Mistley Quay, 2016

The thing you first notice when entering the small village of Mistley is the fantastic smell of malt. The maltings and all the associated buildings take up a fair chunk of the town and quayside and are testament to the long history connected with the process here. On the quay side is a large shed, which had some kind of digger moving piles of grain (I couldn’t be exactly sure what the piles were of as a fence hindered me from getting closer), the reversing beeper of which you can hear here. Some swans came over to investigate if there were any tasty morsels on offer (there weren’t), and an articulated lorry pulled into the yard on its way to deliver or collect something.