Old Friends

From Wednesday, when we went to meet up with friends in Suffolk. The photos can be enlarged by clicking on them.

By the vilage green at Pin Mill

I am standing at the back with Kate. Julie is sitting, with Kate’s husband Tony, and Roland. Roland’s wife Christine is taking the photo.

This time Christine is sitting, and Tony is taking the photo.

On the path by the River Orwell Estuary.

An Enjoyable Day Out

We left Beetley just after 10am yesterday to make the 70 mile drive to visit friends in Suffolk. Some other friends who live on the Isle of Wight were over too, so it was a chance for us to all meet up. Fortunately, the weather was very nice, and after cups of tea and catching up on news, we went to the coastal village of Pin Mill on the estuary of the River Orwell.

The Butt and Oyster at Pin Mill. (Not my photo)

There we had a leisurely lunch at the waterside in the Butt and Oyster pub, watching the tide go out and various boating-related activities. Once back at the house we sat outside again for a while, until a freshening wind sent us inside. Around 6pm, we decided to leave and said our farewells. It was still light when we arrived home just before 8pm.

Meeting old friends when you are all getting on a bit generates some interesting conversations. Medical ailments or impending surgery compared, memories of beloved friends now deceased. Plans for holidays, home improvements, photos of grandchildren shown around on phones, and some occasional nostalgia for when we were all so much younger.

One thing I enjoy about getting old is seeing that circle of life begin to complete. It was not how we might have expected it to be when we were 18, but overall it’s been pretty wonderful.

You can tell I am not used to long drives and being out for ten hours these days. I was in bed before 11pm, and feel really tired this morning.

Back After A Weekend Away

We arrived home last night, just before 5pm on a rainy and very cold November night.

It had been so good to see one of my oldest friends, Roland, after more than a year, (and his wife Christine) and their lovely new house created from a barn conversion in Suffolk, 70 miles south of Beetley. We ate at their house on Saturday evening, and as Christine had to travel to London early on Sunday morning, we went for lunch with Roland at a waterside pub before driving home. Ollie came with us to the dog-friendly pub, and the waitress adored him. This is a link to the pub website

Home

Although we could wish that the weather had been kinder, (it was bitingly cold) a very relaxed day on Saturday followed by good food at lunchtime on Sunday was just the break away from Beetley that we needed.

Ollie was on his best behaviour, (he usually is of course) and loved exploring the staircases and big garden of the ‘upside-down house’. (Bedrooms on the ground floor, vast open living area on the first floor). We went for countryside walks, spotting large herds of deer, and feeling very remote considering how close we were (5 miles south) to the city of Ipswich.

I am starting fresh from today, with no hope of catching up on the blog posts I missed. However, I will do my best to reply to any comments left on my posts.

Aldeburgh

All photos can be enlarged for detail, and look much better that way.

The Suffolk coastal town of Aldeburgh has been a settlement since Roman times, when it was used for the production of salt. It later became very prosperous, and was a thriving fishing town. The local museum is housed in the Moot Hall. (Meeting hall). This building dates from 1520, though the brick chimneys were added much later.

We arrived on a rather grey and windy day, though the sun did appear later that afternoon. There is still a small fishing industry operating there. Because of the shingle beach, and the absence of a harbour, boats have to be lowered into and raised from the water, using tractors on the beach.

My cousin and her daughter took their spaniels down to the water. The dogs, Jess and Dennis, were enjoying the change of scene.

Meanwhile, Julie was browsing the fresh fish shops along the front, where she bought the ingredients to make a fish pie.

Not all of the boats there are seaworthy. These two look as if they have been abandoned to the elements.

Aldeburgh (pronounced All-bruh) has enjoyed a recent popularity as a place where wealthy southerners buy second homes. House prices in the area have increased dramatically, and the shops in the town also reflect the needs of their rich customers. The town is mostly associated with the famous composer, Benjamin Britten. He went to live there in 1942, and later founded the renowned Aldeburgh Festival. He died there, and is buried in the town. It was also the home of Ruth Rendell, the popular author.

Along the beach is a sculpture in the shape of a scallop shell, erected as a tribute to Benjamin Britten.

Despite looking dramatic in its isolated setting, many residents have complained about this sculpture, and it has often been vandalised. This is a section from Wikipedia, explaining the controversy.

On Aldeburgh’s beach, a short distance north of the town centre, stands a sculpture, The Scallop, dedicated to Benjamin Britten, who used to walk along the beach in the afternoons. Created from stainless steel by Suffolk-based artist Maggi Hambling, it stands 15 feet (4.6 metres) high, and was unveiled in November 2003. The piece is made up of two interlocking scallop shells, each broken, the upright shell being pierced with the words: “I hear those voices that will not be drowned”, which are taken from Britten’s opera Peter Grimes. The sculpture is meant to be enjoyed both visually and tactilely, and people are encouraged to sit on it and watch the sea. Approached along the road from the Thorpeness direction it has a totally different silhouette appearing to be a knight on a rearing charger. The sculpture is controversial in the local area,[22] with some local residents considering it spoiling the beach. It has been vandalised with graffiti and paint on 13 occasions. There have been petitions for its removal and for its retention.”

So, a snapshot of an attractive English town. If you are ever close by, I recommend a visit.

*Photo information, for those interested. I used the Fuji X 30 camera that day, with all shots taken on Aperture Priority setting, mostly at F 5.6. I did not use any film simulation modes, just the standard setting. All these are straight j-pegs from the camera, with no alteration other than to reduce the file sizes by 50%.

The end of a Beetley Christmas

Julie is back to work tomorrow. ( I know, Saturday, but it is a Bank) So that is pretty much the end of Christmas for us, in Beetley. Boxing Day went well. ( It is really St Stephen’s Day on the 26th, but we all call it Boxing Day, named for when servants received boxes of gifts) We went to see Julie’s brother and Mum, in Suffolk. He and his partner, Caroline, prepared a very nice meal, and we were joined by her daughter and boyfriend, as well as their dog. Unfortunately, their  dog did not take to Ollie, and after growls and snarls, he had to be returned home. We settled down for a good chat and laughs, followed by an unrealistically early tea, where too much food followed a large lunch. Sadly, their Mum was poorly, with a heavy cold; but we all made the best of it, ate far too much, and chuckled the evening away, until time to depart.

Today, we rose at a reasonable time, and I took Ollie for his walk. He was very much his old self, and played with his friend Buddy, despite hurricane strength winds. During a vigorous shake, his tail bandage came off. However, it didn’t seem to concern him, and as he is due back at the Vet tomorrow, I just brought him home a little early. Late afternoon, we went to visit Julie’s daughter and her boyfriend, at their house in Attleborough, about 25 miles away, still in Norfolk. Her younger son was there, visiting with his Dad; and her other twin daughter was there also, so she got to see most of her family. We handed out more presents, and left when they were serving their evening meal.

This evening at home was quiet, and we finished our Christmas meats, and relaxed before the TV. I enjoyed an expensive Bordeaux wine, a gift from neighbours, and Ollie slept off a busy weekend. Tomorrow, after Julie gets home, we are entertaining our neighbours, for an evening meal. I have a Vet appointment for Ollie at 10am, then some housework and tidying, before our guests arrive. It has all gone very quickly, and although we have New Year to anticipate soon, it has been subdued, to say the least.

Perhaps that is the way of things, as you get older. Contentment and routine replaces excitement. That is the way of things in Beetley, in the Norfolk countryside, at least. And all the better for it, as far as I am concerned.