No, that's not a typo.
On Wednesday I wanted beach, but the weather wasn't really up to it so I opted for Orford. Walked along the seawall -- grey skies, tide coming in fast, seagulls yelling at me -- and saw signs for the Orford Loop walk, so decided I'd do that.
Bad move. Except: good move, because by the time I had walked
eleven miles (including a detour after foolishly thinking that the signs would continue after I'd crossed a field, but finding myself in someone's back garden with no obvious exit: dear Suffolk Council, thank you
so much ...) my head had stopped churning over various stuff, and my thoughts were focussed exclusively on how nice it would be to sit down.
Which is not to say that I didn't enjoy the walk -- I didn't meet anyone all the way, there was a brisk sea wind, there was nature live and dead (2D roadkill snake, anybody?) and I foraged for perfectly ripe blackberries along narrow, little-used country lanes. And I think I needed that amount of zen-inducing exercise. But next time I'll make sure I'm more appropriately dressed and shod ...
Given the poor signage, I was extremely glad of the GPS on my phone, which not only told me where I was (Iken) and how to escape, but also showed me the outlines of exciting military installations on Orford Ness.
8 photos on FlickrChristopher Somerville's piece on this walk (first published in the
Times)
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