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Showing posts with label Aldeburgh. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Aldeburgh. Show all posts

Sunday, 7 January 2018

A change

Sunday, January 7th., Comarques, Thorpe-le-Soken.

We have been away for a few days to Aldeburgh. Only the next county but quite different in its atmosphere we thought. In fact the area around has an atmosphere uniquely its own which has struck me on previous visits, and prompts my return periodically.
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Aldeburgh is rather picturesque, with fishing boats on the beach. and a number of quaint buildings, including an Old Customs House with its door at first floor level accessed by steps from the street. Apparently this was a safeguard against flooding and seems to have been a sensible precaution given that the whole village of Slaughden, just a mile or so down the coast, was only recently inundated by the sea and abandoned. There is also a substantial martello tower standing guard just south of the town. 
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Busy few days with visits to Southwold, Thorpeness and Orford, the latter to view the castle. Really just the keep of the castle as the walls have been entirely demolished, but the keep is intact and very interesting. Extensive views from the roof level. Excellent walk from Aldeburgh to the nearby village of Snape, using a so-called 'Sailors Path'. Apparently much used by smugglers at one time, but now a pleasant mixed walk through fields and woods with the occasional glimpse of the river. 

 My mother often said that "a change is as good as a rest", and she was quite correct. Although we were only away for four days it seemed much longer and we return invigorated and refreshed.

Saturday, 22 December 2012

Turn of the year

Saturday, December 22nd., Brudenell Hotel, Aldeburgh.

Shortest day of the year yesterday, and my sixtieth birthday today.
I have often imagined staying here but always felt it was a bit on the posh side (not to mention expensive!). But Susan booked a two night stay as a special birthday treat, and here we are.
Lovely suite on the third floor; sea within spitting distance; great breakfast; hot, deep bath - wonderful!
Rained all day, often heavily, but still enjoyed a walk along the beach this morning at Minsmere. Grey-brown sea; big waves breaking in foam on the beach; eyes narrowed against the wind-driven rain; a powerful sense of being thoroughly alive.
Light lunch on the pier at Southwold; peered in the windows of the posh shops; guffawed at the house prices; general feeling of self-satisfaction.
Champagne this evening, and feeling thoroughly relaxed - if this is "later life", I'm glad to have got there at last.