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One of the small towns - it's barely a village -
on the Suffolk Coast is Walberswick, within
hailing distance of posh Southwold and, like
much of rural Suffolk, reluctantly finding itself
in the 21st century when its 'feel' is more like
that of the 19th. Walberswick is a bit like a
ghost town for much of the year, but bursts
into life with the first sunny weekend when the
un-made-up car park may have upwards of
twenty cars in it. A mile of sand and shingle
beach, two decent pubs, a ruined church and
some desirable properties, mostly owned by
out-of-towners, and that's Walberswick. Down the coast are the windswept acres of
Shingle Street, and Minsmere Nature Reserve is nearby. Nearer still are a handful of old
fisherman's huts and the sort of creative detritus that usually surrounds them - nets, old
tyres, old boats, old fishermen, engine parts, the smell of the sea, the lure of chips. It's a
favourite spot in any weather, but on this occasion I knew when I took this shot exactly
which sky from my collection would improve the drama of the scene. The huts were
perfectly positioned - especially number 4 here - to take advantage of the direction of
light from the break in the clouds.
One of the small towns - it's barely a village -
on the Suffolk Coast is Walberswick, within
hailing distance of posh Southwold and, like
much of rural Suffolk, reluctantly finding itself
in the 21st century when its 'feel' is more like
that of the 19th. Walberswick is a bit like a
ghost town for much of the year, but bursts
into life with the first sunny weekend when
the un-made-up car park may have upwards
of twenty cars in it. A mile of sand and shingle
beach, two decent pubs, a ruined church and
some desirable properties, mostly owned by
out-of-towners, and that's Walberswick. Down the coast are the windswept acres of
Shingle Street, and Minsmere Nature Reserve is nearby. Nearer still are a handful of old
fisherman's huts and the sort of creative detritus that usually surrounds them - nets, old
tyres, old boats, old fishermen, engine parts, the smell of the sea, the lure of chips. It's a
favourite spot in any weather, but on this occasion I knew when I took this shot exactly
which sky from my collection would improve the drama of the scene. The huts were
perfectly positioned - especially number 4 here - to take advantage of the direction of
light from the break in the clouds.
Walberswick sheds
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One of the small towns - it's barely a village - on the Suffolk Coast is Walberswick, within hailing distance of posh Southwold and, like much of rural Suffolk, reluctantly finding itself in the 21st century when its 'feel' is more like that of the 19th. Walberswick is a bit like a ghost town for much of the year, but bursts into life with the first sunny weekend when the un-made-up car park may have upwards of twenty cars in it. A mile of sand and shingle beach, two decent pubs, a ruined church and some desirable properties, mostly owned by out-of-towners, and that's Walberswick. Down the coast are the windswept acres of Shingle Street, and Minsmere Nature Reserve is nearby. Nearer still are a handful of old fisherman's huts and the sort of creative detritus that usually surrounds them - nets, old tyres, old boats, old fishermen, engine parts, the smell of the sea, the lure of chips. It's a favourite spot in any weather, but on this occasion I knew when I took this shot exactly which sky from my collection would improve the drama of the scene. The huts were perfectly positioned - especially number 4 here - to take advantage of the direction of light from the break in the clouds.
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