Anyone Flooded?

Has anyone seen the "Star Van" Burger/Kebab van anywhere recently? He used to be in the layby at the top of Freston Hill but I haven't seen him there recently........ If you see him, please tell him that his roadside "Burger/Kebab" sign washed up at Pin Mill during the surge. It was rescued and is behind the hedge at Pin Mill Sailing Club.......
 
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Has anyone seen the "Star Van" Burger/Kebab van anywhere recently? He used to be in the layby at the top of Freston Hill but I haven't seen him there recently........ If you see him, please tell him that his roadside "Burger/Kebab" sign washed up at Pin Mill during the surge. It was rescued and is behind the hedge at Pin Mill Sailing Club.......

In the evenings, he's usually in the layby just past the garage, as you approach the bridge at the end of Wherstead Road. Not sure where he is during the day, although he does turn up at the layby on Freston hill odd times.
 
Yes, thanks, I've seen those, in fact been in exactly the same situation myself. But now that the situation had passed and with the Kebab van scare taking precedence, what were (hopefully are) his kebabs like?
 
The Anglian Water outfall by the bridge ,would add, well a sort of muddy texture

And some unique flavour enhancement! :rolleyes:

Seriously, I think it's a bit better today than it used to be. When we were in Woolverstone about 30 years ago, the stuff which came floating through the marina was dreadful!
 
And some unique flavour enhancement! :rolleyes:

Seriously, I think it's a bit better today than it used to be. When we were in Woolverstone about 30 years ago, the stuff which came floating through the marina was dreadful!

I used to sail and race a catamaran from the Clacton Sailing Club at Holland on Sea, and we used the sewer outfall as a turning mark and it used to be raw sewerage coming out there. My crew once fell off the trapeze, at the outfall buoy, I left the rescue boat to pick him up as I could not get him back aboard by myself
 
I used to sail and race a catamaran from the Clacton Sailing Club at Holland on Sea, and we used the sewer outfall as a turning mark and it used to be raw sewerage coming out there. My crew once fell off the trapeze, at the outfall buoy, I left the rescue boat to pick him up as I could not get him back aboard by myself

I learnt to sail in Penzance, and the town sewer discharged just underneath the balcony of the club house on Albert Pier, and lots of interesting detritus could be "experienced" when launching the dinghies on a flood tide in an Easterly... It all managed to get to the slipway
 
I used to sail and race a catamaran from the Clacton Sailing Club at Holland on Sea, and we used the sewer outfall as a turning mark and it used to be raw sewerage coming out there. My crew once fell off the trapeze, at the outfall buoy, I left the rescue boat to pick him up as I could not get him back aboard by myself

I remember sailing Hornets at Thorpe Bay, they had an outfall which opened soon after HW - the surface of the water would go slick for a long way downtide of it even when the breeze was fresh. Hornets were wet boats to sail - when you sailed through the slick you hoisted yourself up on the trapeze wire a bit higher and kept your mouth firmly shut. The helmsman had little choice but to take it full in the face. Some things have definitely improved!
 
I remember sailing Hornets at Thorpe Bay, they had an outfall which opened soon after HW - the surface of the water would go slick for a long way downtide of it even when the breeze was fresh. Hornets were wet boats to sail - when you sailed through the slick you hoisted yourself up on the trapeze wire a bit higher and kept your mouth firmly shut. The helmsman had little choice but to take it full in the face. Some things have definitely improved!
If you raced Hornets you probably visited our club at Herne Bay. There we had the town outfall 200 yards off the clubhouse. Right from the age of 12 when I started dinghy racing, I learnt to keep my mouth firmly shut when planing through the slick on the ebb. It never seemed to do anybody any harm, even if you got dumped in the middle of it. We were stern stuff in those days...
 
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