Stepping off the train at Frinton-on-Sea and being greeted with a blackboard advertising fresh cream teas- without a vending machine in sight - it was clear I had travelled across the country, and back in time. Initially thinking it was maybe a 10 year jump - I was soon proven wrong. Making the short walk from the station to the pub, I could hear war-time ditties blasting out of pet shops and brassy military anthems playing through charity shops sound systems. Inside were dust-coated frames of

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