Day Twelve. Sit down in a comfortable chair in the dark and close your eyes. I am going to say a word and I want you to allow…
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Dedham to Wrabness Day Eleven Some mornings you wake up and the world flinches. It takes a good look and crosses the road to avoid contact. Friends and family do […]
Shotley to Dedham Day Ten The rain is lashing down at the quayside in Shotley as the ferry to Hook of Holland bludgeons its way down the estuary and a […]
Ipswich to Shotley Day Nine Some days the wheels fall off. Your feet ache and it spreads to your calves which set off the hips and the old back ache […]
Sutton Hoo to Bawdsey Day Seven Some days there is something in the air. In Borneo, when the hunters set out and see a snake eagle in their path, […]
Orford Ferry to Sutton Hoo Day Six We set out from Orford Quay in sunshine led by Harry, a Scotsman who’s lived in Suffolk for over 40 years. He tells […]
Day Five. I wonder what attracted the Ministry of Defence to Orford Ness back in 1917?
Day Four: In a thin drizzle we arrive for the start of Day 4 next to the Jacobean Moot Hall on Aldeburgh seafront.
Halesworth to Aldeburgh Day 3 Deep in the reed beds of Walberswick marshes a bird is calling vociferously, but I can’t see it. This is a world where you […]
Day Two. The church at Blythburgh stands above a shimmering world of reed and rush, three miles from the sea.