Harwich

I made it to Harwich.  Me and my tired legs are chilling having got here far too early. Obviously my rough attempts to work out distance were conservative estimates.  My very half hearted attempts at training haven't quite given me the legs I could have done with but, I battled on. I don't feel too bad considering. 

Essex has been rather like a different world.  There's lots of beautiful houses but,  I've never seen so many fancy cars nor so many signs pointing out that a property is private. I'd visit again but I'm none too enamoured with the drivers.