About 6 years ago I spent one night only, on Osea Island, on the River Blackwater, in Essex, England....☠️ It was a very weird experience. Many movies and films have been filmed on the island, and it also has a recording studio. It is a private island owned by the hairdresser John Freida's brother, and is accessed only by a long causeway, built by the Romans, which is underwater for most of the tide, only revealing itself twice daily at lowest tide. At one time, it was a "detox" retreat for the rich and famous. Once you are on the island, and the tide comes in, you're stuck there until the next low tide. My ex girlfriend had booked a 3-night stay on the island as a birthday treat, because the islands of Essex have always fascinated me, and I've made it a bit of a "mission" to try and get on as many of them as I can. But...it was REALLY expensive. As much as a week's stay in a nice hotel in Spain or Greece. But anyhoo... The drive over the causeway was a little unsettling. It seemed to go on forever, and to be stuck out there in a sea of mud, knowing that the tide can come over you at any minute is a bit un-nerving. When we finally got there, the whole organization of the place seemed very half-arsed and scruffy. I got the impression that it was just a sort of rich boys "playground" for wealthy scruffbags from West London called "Will"...and..."Hugo". You know the types. Theres quite a few buildings on the island, and the first one they offered us was a dump. So we moaned, and they moved us into a larger, detached, house, all by ourselves. But it was still dirty and very scruffy. We spent the day walking around the edge of the island, but didn't really sleep that well that night. Something felt very "off" about the place. My ex was a bit of a witchypoo type, and she said that she got a very un-nerving feeling about the island. Like something terrible had happened on there in the past, and might still be going on? It really had that "Wicca Man" feeling about the place. Also...you feel very isolated out there, with no way off. So the next day...we left. Quickly. 👻 Weirdly also, on our walk around the edge of the island we sighted what was something like a BIG CAT. Black ..as big as a large dog, and running through the undergrowth on the wild extreme western side of the island. 🥴
Is this for real? I mean if it is used as a rehab for the rich and famous, then I can imagine bad stuff has gone down there, but I don't know whether to take this comment seriously, because it's good PR.
I loved this little tale more than the show that inspired it. When I was a youngster me and my friends were forever looking for old ruins, little islands, fairy circles and all manner of witchy places to hang out, obsessed with Aleister Crowley, The Golden Dawn, magic with a 'k' and all that hocus-pocus. I think we thought we were being subversive but it was just very bored kids looking for somewhere to smoke a badly rolled joint and share a bottle of Thunderbird wine in surroundings that were as far removed from the burbs as we could possibly manage at short notice. This place would have been right up my alley back then.
About 6 years ago I spent one night only, on Osea Island, on the River Blackwater, in Essex, England....☠️
It was a very weird experience.
Many movies and films have been filmed on the island, and it also has a recording studio.
It is a private island owned by the hairdresser John Freida's brother, and is accessed only by a long causeway, built by the Romans, which is underwater for most of the tide, only revealing itself twice daily at lowest tide.
At one time, it was a "detox" retreat for the rich and famous.
Once you are on the island, and the tide comes in, you're stuck there until the next low tide.
My ex girlfriend had booked a 3-night stay on the island as a birthday treat, because the islands of Essex have always fascinated me, and I've made it a bit of a "mission" to try and get on as many of them as I can.
But...it was REALLY expensive.
As much as a week's stay in a nice hotel in Spain or Greece.
But anyhoo...
The drive over the causeway was a little unsettling.
It seemed to go on forever, and to be stuck out there in a sea of mud, knowing that the tide can come over you at any minute is a bit un-nerving.
When we finally got there, the whole organization of the place seemed very half-arsed and scruffy.
I got the impression that it was just a sort of rich boys "playground" for wealthy scruffbags from West London called "Will"...and..."Hugo".
You know the types.
Theres quite a few buildings on the island, and the first one they offered us was a dump.
So we moaned, and they moved us into a larger, detached, house, all by ourselves.
But it was still dirty and very scruffy.
We spent the day walking around the edge of the island, but didn't really sleep that well that night.
Something felt very "off" about the place.
My ex was a bit of a witchypoo type, and she said that she got a very un-nerving feeling about the island.
Like something terrible had happened on there in the past, and might still be going on?
It really had that "Wicca Man" feeling about the place.
Also...you feel very isolated out there, with no way off.
So the next day...we left.
Quickly. 👻
Weirdly also, on our walk around the edge of the island we sighted what was something like a BIG CAT.
Black ..as big as a large dog, and running through the undergrowth on the wild extreme western side of the island.
🥴
Is this for real?
I mean if it is used as a rehab for the rich and famous, then I can imagine bad stuff has gone down there, but I don't know whether to take this comment seriously, because it's good PR.
I loved this little tale more than the show that inspired it. When I was a youngster me and my friends were forever looking for old ruins, little islands, fairy circles and all manner of witchy places to hang out, obsessed with Aleister Crowley, The Golden Dawn, magic with a 'k' and all that hocus-pocus. I think we thought we were being subversive but it was just very bored kids looking for somewhere to smoke a badly rolled joint and share a bottle of Thunderbird wine in surroundings that were as far removed from the burbs as we could possibly manage at short notice. This place would have been right up my alley back then.
You realise that dog sized thing you saw was probably a.... dog right?
The Third Day is my favourite show!😊