We had planned on going to the coast at some point over the week (not on the Easter weekend however as we knew it would be mad on the roads) but the weather had been against us. Then Thursday morning the sun broke through the fog and we decided we would go to Southwold. You’d think that a girl brought up on the east coast of England would know that just because fog lifts inland, doesn’t mean it will lift at the coast!
So we arrived to slightly-less-than-pea-soup visibility in Southwold in Suffolk. If Burnham Market and Holkham are the Chelsea-On-Sea of Norfolk then Southwold is the Nottinghill of Suffolk. Richard Curtis and Emma Freud have a holiday home in nearby Walberswick as does Simon Mayo and thanks to the not very competitively priced (but beautiful boutique) hotels in town it attracts a fair number of the affluent. You may know of it due to their [unsuccessful] battle to keep Costa Coffee and Tesco out of the small but perfectly formed High Street (can’t say I blame them, there are plenty of little cafes serving more than excellent coffee and with traditional green grocers, a butchers and a deli, I fail to see why they might have needed a Tesco Express, but I digress).
We parked near the pier and walked the length of the beach to the harbour, then round the harbour and back up into town with a timely visit to the Adnams shop where I added to MrS’s Birthday stash with some fine beer (and a bottle of gin for me natch!)
The fog did add an ambience to the photos I took tho