Alighting from the train at Frinton-on-Sea and being welcomed by a chalkboard promoting fresh cream teas - without a single vending machine visible - it became obvious I had journeyed across the nation, and backwards through time.
Originally assuming it might be perhaps a decade's leap - I was quickly proved mistaken. Taking the brief stroll from the railway station to the public house , I could detect wartime melodies echoing from pet establishments and bold military marches emanating through charity shop speaker systems.
Within were dust-laden frames displaying wartime front pages: "We Never Surrender." Upon entering the Frinton War Memorial club, or "the Mems", it became evident that the town remained suspended in time at the original VE day, a breathing monument to the Second