April 24, 2013
UP late for a long walk along the beach at Holme. How lucky to have such
a wonderful landscape outside your back door.
The weather stayed sunny and warm almost all the way, turning grey just
before we got back to a much-needed breakfast of smoked salmon and scrambled
eggs. A perfect way to end our long-awaited reunion.
But there was no time to lose – we were off to Southwold to see two more
friends for the first time in a decade or so.
En route, we stopped off at the lovely little church at Burnham Norton.
Such a peaceful spot for a few moments’ quiet contemplation and remembrance,
and somewhere I should have visited long ago.
Anyway, never mind that, we were soon rattling along the bumpy A road
via Fakenham, past signposts to the ‘bootiful’ Bernard Matthews poultry empire,
cursing at the traffic lights in Norwich, with a passing glance at the
cathedral.
We turned off the main road briefly at Loddon, where we discovered an
ideal spot to put the kettle on.
Right beside the bridge, there’s a small car park that’s free for two
hours, looking out over the river with its brightly-coloured holiday boats. We
watched a heron taking a rest in a garden, stock-still for so long we wondered
if it was real, till it decided to indulge in a scratch.
On, then, to Reydon, where our friends run a B&B, in plenty of time
for another lovely walk, this time following a circular route across the fields
and along the Southwold quayside, stopping off at just the three pubs (!) for a
glass of wine in each, and a very good steak at the Lord Nelson.
So tired I didn’t know what to do with myself by the time we got back.
Just as well we had a proper bed again.
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