Taking advantage of both offspring being away on school trips, we stole a weekend away in Suffolk. The weather was quite poor but, as is said, There’s no such thing as bad weather, only unsuitable clothes. Dog people are fully aware of this. People who walk their dogs generally dress for practicality rather than style. You can usually distinguish us by our mud-spattered baggy jeans and walking boots that were last cleaned somewhen.
Walberswick beach in October in the rain has a desolate, bleak beauty. Mid morning on Sunday, there was no-one about.
So after lunch at The Anchor, we moved along the cost to Southwold, very popular in the summer but almost deserted on Sunday. I wasn’t sure about all that foam.
Monday was foggy. We visited Aldeburgh, famous for its summer music festival and home of Benjamin Britten for many years.
The fish and chips from Aldeburgh are famous, apparently, but on foggy Monday it wasn’t clear whether any boats had gone out. We had a fairly dismal, and rather expensive, lunch in a pub. It was the chef’s day off and the stand-in was unable to cook fish, sadly. But £8.75 for a tuna baguette in off-season Suffolk is a bit steep, don’t you think?
We visited a few other beaches along the coast that afternoon but they were all foggy. Eventually, we ended up at Sizewell beach, home of the two well-known nuclear power plants. The Suffolk Coastal walk goes right up past Sizewell A and Sizewell B, buzzing, shadowy figures looming threateningly in the fog. It’s a great walk and on Monday there were lots of different sorts of fungi sprouting in the dampness.
So, on the way back to London, we stopped off in Woodbridge, where we heard that there was a pub with a dog menu, the King’s Head.
Here’s a picture of the dog menu:
And this is a picture of Oscar waiting for his lunch: