A long weekend away: the little town of Southwold lies about two hours away, on the Suffolk coast. We had rented a little cottage, which was fortunate as the weather was rainy and stormy. This photo shows the classic beach huts and the lowering sky; the wind was really bracing along the front, whipping up the sand.
Gun Hill, so named because of the line-up of early 18th Century cannon. The story has it that the Germans classified Southwold as a fortified town on account of these ancient weapons, leading to heavy bombardment during World War 2.
Saturday was forecast for rain later, so we drove down and across the river to Walberswick. The church was deroofed during the reformation, but the tower still stands. Setting out across the reed-beds, my husband, who knows his birds, immediately spotted a marsh harrier.
Sunday was brilliantly sunny, but with relentless high winds. We headed to the flagship RSPB reserve at Minsmere. Here, bird-watching takes on quasi religious dimensions. Visitors wear special clothing and many are equipped with huge camera lenses and telescopes.
Visitors to Minsmere treat the wildlife with total respect, with the result that deer do not remain alert and make their escape, but continue browsing. Likewise this little squirrel, enjoying the berries at its leisure.
We very much enjoyed all the thought and care that had gone into the reserve, especially the bird-feeders right outside the tea-room windows, so that watching did not have to be interruped by lunch.
I'm not a bird-watcher yet, but maybe I could become one.