The foot ferry to Harwich fights its way across the choppy water, the dark cranes of Felixstowe silhouetted against the grey sky. Narrow alleys lead to the deserted station of Harwich Town and a convoluted journey to Kirby.
Continue readingThrough 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.
Continue readingArriving late in Whitstable I scuttle around for provisions and a hat – it is going to be a very hot day and I will be walking into the sun.
Continue readingThe road past Derek Jarman’s poetic house at Dungeness leads us to the lighthouse, the grey fortifications of the power station, the old coastguard cottages and the endless shingle trudge across the nature reserve to Lydd.
Continue readingSnorting exhaust fumes out of our noses from the busy road out of Dover we clamber up the steep path to the top of the first cliff.
Continue readingTwo sweet sixteen year old girls lead me to the library where I photocopy an OS map of the area – I don’t want to get lost in the meanderings of the estuary today.
Continue readingFinally out of Aldeburgh and a forest walk to Snape, complete with ceramic sculptures.
Continue readingHeading out in the unusual bright sunshine I stomp through the shingle for half an hour until the sea retreats to reveal damp firm sand perfect for walking. Looking out to sea I spy an animal and this time it’s not a seal, it’s a real labroador.
Continue readingLeaving the Jubilee bunting of genteel Southwold we head northwards ignoring the dark purple clouds massing behind us.
Continue readingJust north of Lowestoft a deserted nudist beach, quickly turns into a concrete path.
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Joining the Dots 