On our recent trip to East Anglia, Steve and I went to Southwold on the Suffolk coast. Southwold is a lovely, genteel seaside resort with none of the tackiness of certain other British seaside towns (best to remain both nameless and avoided). We donned our linen and spent a pleasant afternoon, strolling along the promenade and the pier and through the town. I liked the pier sign, the letters are weighted and gently swing in the wind.
Here’s Steve looking natty in his linen suit . . .
Since a British summer at the beach doesn’t necessarily mean warmth and sunshine, people can buy or rent beach huts.
Some of them are wondefully kitted out with retro Bush radios, Kath Kidston prints and stoves for tea making. And some aren’t. I quite liked this scruffy ‘Love Shack’.
Thelma & Louise
The view from the pier
The skies in East Anglia are glorious and oh so wide. Constantly changing like the sea.