Living so close to the sea has kept us here in Suffolk for the last 13 summer’s! Being able have a holiday in one day, throw supplies into the boot of the car and the girls in the front on a whim feels like a dream. Having moved here from a busy suburb of Surrey, I still half expect to have time called and have to hand the keys back and head “home” to reality. That’s not to say life is always idyllic, but I am grateful for our situation in terms of geography. Now my eldest is beyond being bundled into the beach wagon the outings are smaller and even more spur of the moment. Lack of planning means lower stakes & simple days! Returning when we like and no guilt if we don’t spend the whole day, or change plans mid flow. Hair, toes, bags, ears, towels full of sand in the summer. Pockets full of driftwood, feathers, rusty treasures and shells in the winter. The garden and house are embellished with beach finds, each one a relic from a story of a day on the coast. A physical reminder of a place to hold in your hand, bringing back flashes of sounds, textures, images. Holding a sense of place and time.
Creative Life in Suffolk 