Through fields and lanes to a path following the meanderings of the River Deben all the way to Bawdsey and the one man ferry across to Felixtowe.
Surrounded by the chatter of young crabbers with their dripping buckets I clamber into the small boat and five minutes later I’m listening to Elvis and eating scones in the retro café on the other side of the river.
I tramp along the sea wall, past the miles of beach huts, to what was once the grand Hotel Orwell, with its dark wood and tired drapes from another era. I breakfast among the dark portraits of local dignitaries to the sound of pensioners spluttering into their porridge.
Distance: 16 miles