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Blythburgh - into the marshes

Looking down north

Tim takes to the water

Tim in the marshes

The reed beds

Bulcamp marshes

“I lowered myself off the jetty into a foot and a half of estuary water and propelled myself over the bed of delicate, smooth mud, out into the deeper waters of a maze of submerged drainage channels.” 570 more words

Roger Deakin

"I don't do food"

A week in Suffolk had me thinking about what makes a pub different to a restaurant. On the way we drove through Yoxford, a village just off the A12.  577 more words

Beer

Pilot

As this is my first blog post, I’m treating you to both a poem and a photo that say something about me. Firstly, here is a beautiful sonnet I discovered last year (hint: my name is Genevieve). 339 more words

Literature