It's funny how a name suddenly reminds you of something from long ago.
When I was young and we lived in Essex, Hullbridge used to be one of the places Dad would take us on a summer Saturday night for a treat. Over Battlesbridge and left down Water Lane I think was the way (it used to make me laugh).
If we didn't go there we would pull up at The Bull (?) in/nr Woodham (?)
And here's a good one.
When we visited the Grandparents on a Saturday in Gt Wakering, Dad and Grandad would go up the road (to the Red Lion) 'to check how deep the snow was'
Nostalgia's not what it used to be!