I am sending you the attached set of photo which definitely were taken at Jaywick Sands; I think around Whitsuntide 1964, with the possible exception of the last shot of some hall or castle which we may have visited from Jaywick, or from slightly later stays at Thorpeness or Southwold Suffolk, when my Uncle was working on Sizewell A nuclear power station.
 
Could I impose on you once more to ask if anyone recognizes the Hall/Castle. I remember that it had pretty aggressive peacocks and for that reason I was happy to get away from the place. 
 
The sea front bungalow we occupied at Jaywick was rented for one week. My parents, myself, my sister, my mother's sister, her husband and two kida, plus 80+ year old great uncle Horace all managed to squeeze into the bungalow. At nightime I had to sleep in an old and quite high double bed with uncle Horace. I didn't take up much room as I was only just a teenager, but uncle Horace was no lightweight rake by any stretch of the imagination. I always thought of him as a mixture of Alfred Hitchock and Albert Tatlock from Coronation Street. .On the first night I went to bed some time before my great uncle and had just nodded off when uncle Horace climbed into his side of the bed; Whereupon the iron tail end of the bed fell off. The spring bedframe crashed downwards and we both slid onto the floor. Uncle Horace almost swore.
 
My father and uncle Norman took a dip in the North Sea evey morning before breakfast, but I never did.  I played on the sands with my younger cousins and remember flying my kite, and the boating lake, but I can't recall much else, except that we went to Clacton for the day, just after the Mods and Rockers had terrorized the place. The weather was grey, dry to drizzle.
 
On the Saturday the Jaywick holiday finished, we raced back to Leicester, my immediate family in a 1959 Austin A55 Cambridge Farina WRY 809, and my Aunt's family in a black 110E Ford Prefect. In Leicester we were fed and watered by m grandparents and then we all, plus another uncle and aunt, sped off for a further weeks holiday at Butlins Pwhelli, Wales. 13 of us went to Butlitz, and by the end of that holiday 11 of us had food poisoning and several of us had to have a further week off work, or school, due to illness. 
 
So after a fairly quiet and sedate  Jaywick holiday, our 1964 holiday season became for all time very memorable for all the wrong reasons.
 
Goodness; that was all of 45 years ago. I am nw 58 and living permanently in Germany with my Saxon wife. I have been to the German North Sea coast. It is all muddy and the tide goes out as far as the eye can see. Sea?! What sea?!
 
Thank you for all you help, and for stirring the fading memory.
 
Best regards, Martin Joseph Wain