Plymouth to Suffolk via Licoln, Hants and West Suffolk
We took Jackie, the widow of Dick’s cousin Ian, to
Next morning, in gentle rain, we left
The following afternoon, we drove to
After breakfast, we drove to
We got back to his home late afternoon so I took advantage of the glorious weather, borrowed his washing machine and managed to hang it out for a couple of hours. The forecast showed steady rain and when we woke next morning, it hadn’t been wrong.
Lunchtime, we met Keith and Jenny who are apparently, knee deep at home, with boxes of documents belonging to elderly relatives, who are no longer capable of dealing with the necessary paperwork of everyday life. They now have two grandchildren, a three year old grand daughter and a one year old grandson whom they visit regularly, when they are not bogged down sorting out the contents of the boxes.
The journey to
We stayed for two nights and while there, pottered around the local shops, reminiscent of Pimlico during our youth, then walked around a local park, punctuated by lots of water features.
After brunch, we left in glorious sunshine, to drive to
Wragby in Lincolshire, crossing the river
It must have been around 15years since we had last seen Mike and Dee. They moved to Wragby, where there is still a post office in the main street and sugar is still made from sugarbeet, ten years ago.
Dick and Mike met when they were both boy scouts; it’s possible that they could even go back as far as the days when they were cubs. Later they played together in a band with several of Dicks friends from the past.
When younger, infinitely patient, they fostered children
with special needs:
We had thought that the trip to Saxmundon would take a little over 2 hours so were astounded when the tom-tom estimated a journey time of almost four hours. Setting off, we crossed a lifting bridge across the river Nene and continued onwards through the countryside, without a motorway to be seen.
Dick’s cousin Barbara and her husband Bobby, have a weekend/ holiday home in Saxmundon and they had kindly stayed a few days longer so that we might visit them there.
Bobby drove us to Aldeburgh and we walked along beside the sea; admiring the improvements made by the new owners, to the house where Bobby’s mother had lived until her demise, about a year ago.
The Maltings at Snape had been renovated and there are still attractive apartments available for purchase. The concert hall was being utilized daily and the galleries, restaurant and café were all busy.
We spoke to a man, whose small yacht was tied up against
the dock, on the muddy, river Alde. He had sailed across from
From the walls of Framlingham castle, it was impossible
not to admire the view of the college. It was from here that Mary Tudor made her
first proclamation as queen of