Monday, 1 April 2013
I spent Monday in Thorpeness. It took three hours to get there and a last minute detour via the pub meant I missed my bus. It is a tiny, fantasy holiday village built in the 1920s on the Suffolk coast. I loved it. Just before I left my friend suddenly announced that she could smell the sea and we took a turning behind a house and there it was, a hugely violent, deafeningly roaring sea. It was so windy we couldn't hear each other speaking. Having not looked at a map before setting out I had no idea we were near the coast. It was terrifying and exciting, the type of thing that reminds me of how small I am.