Lynn started training with NickiDogg yesterday, and having dumped her at Chelmsford, I wandered over to Burnham-on-Crouch.
Not a dire place in the manner of Tilbury, but I think that laying on the couch is about the only thing that Billericay Dickie could have done because there is sweet fanny-adams else to do. I think an hour between bus arriving and next bus leaving was all the time one needs to explore this wee town. There is quite a nice pub near the clock tower. Pricey though (£2.50 for a very small Woodpeckers).