Mods in Maldon

On Sunday we drove to Maldon to the take a walk along the prom. Annoyingly, living in a village in Essex means there’s nowhere to take a walk unless you get in a car and drive first. Pavements end outside the village and beyond them there’s nothing to keep you safe from white van man. In the winter the field edges are quagmires and in the summer occupied by waist-high weeds. Anyway, I digress. The walk is pleasant, involves a whippy ice cream on the way and tea, coffee and a tea cake just before heading back to the car. This time, during the walk, we noticed that the mods and rockers had arrived at the sea front.

There wasn’t any fighting going on between them. Most likely they were discussing the best supplements for prostate problems and moaning about the behaviour and ridiculous fashions of the yoof of today.