Horsey Island, which can only be reached around low tide, hosts a solitary cottage that gives visitors the chance to sample its peace and sense of mystery
The directions to the island in the email read, “Keep your foot off the accelerator, don’t try to avoid the puddles, sit back and enjoy the wildlife on your way across.” Why can’t all journeys start with advice like this? It could be a metaphor for life.
However, as I pull up on the bank looking across Hamford Water, to Horsey Island, off the Essex coast near Frinton-on-Sea, I feel less certain. The tide is receding, revealing a low-lying track covered in puddles, but is it safe to cross?