I’m so sorry I’ve nothing much to report on the naturist front recently but to be honest since New Year the temperatures have dropped to almost freezing. Its not too bad visiting the club during the day if its sunny but staying overnight is not really on as it tends to be too cold and damp to sleep in the cabinchaletshed. Even during the day being naked is out but it is possible to get some odd jobs done to keep the place tidy.
We had a work party last weekend and on the Saturday we managed to put down some wood chipping on the pathway as well as jet wash the patio in glorious sunny weather. Friday last,had been sunny too so again I was out with the camera going to Bradwell and Stisted near Braintree before going to Hylands Park in the early afternoon,where I got some excellent wildlife photos of moorhens,gulls and also some greenfinches who moved very quickly and never stayed still for very long. I’ve posted some here..hope you like them.
Bradwell or Bradwell Juxta Coggeshall to give it its full name often gets mistaken for Bradwell on Sea,which is further east and on the Dengie peninsula.It is approximately 3.1 miles east of Braintree and is 12 miles north-northeast from Chelmsford,the parish is part of the Blackwater parish cluster. Bradwell, the name derives from Old English meaning broad well,to this day there is a spring a few metres north of the modern manor house of Bradwell Hall near to Holy Trinity Church.
In the Middle Ages, this spring fed an overshot mill. Remains of the last mill on the site can still be seen in the overgrown surroundings of the mill pool. Bradwell Juxta Coggeshall, is a dispersed village and there is no good evidence that the village was ever nucleated around the church. The modern village, on the A120 between Braintree and Coggeshall, is the former hamlet of Blackwater (also once known as Blackwater Green) by which name it was known into the twentieth century.
I’d hoped to take a walk along the River Blackwater but it was so muddy and devoid of good places to park I went towards Stisted and took some shots from the road bridge before heading off to Hylands Park. I arrived with the sun still shining around midday and armed with some stale bread I headed toward Serpentine Lake. Two weeks previously I’d been greeted by rafts of ducks and a gaggle of geese but I was surprised when I turned up to see just a couple of moorhens and some crows flying around with some gulls for company. I did a full circuit of the lake and three ducks did appear but it was bitterly cold so I suppose I shouldn’t have been that surprised.