We are fortunate to have a place in Suffolk, outside Blythburgh. It’s called a cottage but it is more a town house; it is part of a development that once was a workhouse set in the middle of the countryside and farmland just above the Blyth river.
The original building was constructed in the 1740s as a workhouse, became a hospital until closure in the 1990s. Here’s a short history. Then it began to rot and decay until a prescient developer started the process of converting what were endless horizontal corridors into vertical independent dwellings – a mix of houses and flats. The process is on going as the work is now under way on the last ten or so units.
We’ve been here for a few years now, and it is a little lung outside the smoke for when even I, as a zealot when it comes to proselytising London’s glories decide I need a little space. The view outside our back door, over the fields and the river basin is just stunning.
Best of all Dog and I and whoever else wants to join in can set off and walk into the delightful Halesworth and back – about six miles through some sumptuous countryside along the river and then back through the farms.
When we two, joined by the Vet, set off it was overcast and humid. The sun broke out later. To start we wiggle through a line of poplars as we wiggle and wend our way through the river ditches until we find the path alongside the riverbank. And then geography takes over for three miles as the river is our guide. The farms are mostly livestock so Dog was on and off lead, more to keep the locals happy than any worry about him chasing anything.
The area is lush, many times flooded and very fertile. The recent dry weather meant no dodging the meres and mud that can trap the unwary. We made good progress, each catching up on the other’s last few weeks.
Close to Halesworth we passed through a park and made for the High Street and the cafe Frappa for some lunch.
The way back, via Holton with its Windmill and Wenhaston with its golf course and woods was easy and eye-sustaining.
In one of those curious twists, we turned onto a short stretch of road only to come alongside the Textiliste, just back from her mother’s and on the way to a magnificent Iris farm. We joined her to enjoy the splendid colours and scents. A wonderful day.
This is another walk I’ve linked to Restless Jo’s Monday Walks.