The walk to Southwold... and a picnic

Southwold is Walberswick's nearest neighbour, separated from this village by the river Blyth. The sun was shining when I woke up this morning, in defiance of the week's forecast, so I decided to walk into Southwold to do some marketing (as the deeply old-fashioned refer to it). I could have gone on my bicycle, but walking is good for the back.

It takes half an hour, at a reasonable clip. Today I went through the village, along the river, across the bailey bridge, along the lane, across the golf course, across the common and into the town. I bought a strange variety of items, including some chuck steak and a computer cable (Southwold has everything) and headed home.

The sun shone, the birds tweeted and as I walked I started looking forward to my lunch. I contemplated going to the Bell (favourite pub) for half a pint and a sandwich, but I didn't want to leave the poor old dog alone too long. So I made a picnic and dragged her to the beach. Photo below. And sitting there in the sunshine, with my sandwich and a beer and the crossword and my little dog I wondered if anybody in the world was a jammier dodger than me.