23.03.2016 - 23.03.2016 11 °C
I love Wednesdays, and this one was a fine specimen as far as Wednesdays are concerned. Breakfast featured multiple cereal options (including granola – not quite as good as Jennah’s, but still delicious) and a chat with Sally and Chris, our AirBnB hosts here in Beccles. Post-breakfast entertainment was a particularly rip-roaring episode of Jeremy Kyle, and then we departed for Southwold. There is always something a little disconcerting and empty about being in a summer holiday destination when it’s not summer – and Southwold was a prime example of this. The Pier sign was solar powered, and while it was moving slowly when we first arrived, it certainly didn’t stay that way. The Pier provided plenty of entertainment in the form of weird and wonderful arcade games, weird and wonderful water clocks and weird and wonderful mirrors. The wonderful mirrors made us look tall and slim – the weird ones, less so. I helped some local school children by answering questions about the impact of tourism of Southwold, and then we explored the town itself. The outskirts of the town felt abandoned. While there were plenty of cars parked on the street, nobody was driving. There were plenty of houses, but they were waiting for their summer occupants. As we got into the centre, there was a bit more buzz and life, and there were plenty more op shops (which always bring buzz to one’s life). And in one of these shops, there was jewellery made by Ed Sheeran’s mother. Fact of the day: Ed’s favourite sweets are licorice allsorts.
For a little contrast, we then went to Covehithe. No summer holiday infrastructure here – not much at all. Just a 15th century version of St Andrew’s church, some pigs and a beautiful, peaceful beach. Definitely not swimming weather, but perfectly adequate strolling-along-the-beach-taking-photos-and-looking-back-at-the-Southwold-lighthouse weather. No complaints at all.
Dinner featured two new culinary experiences – chicken parma on spaghetti, and red cabbage with cinnamon. Unusual, but delicious. And now I am carb-loaded and ready to go housesitting again tomorrow – because you should never housesit on an empty stomach…