Dunwich Heath

Richard, Elinor and I went to Dunwich Heath on Tuesday afternoon. We had originally thought about going in the late morning and having some lunch in the National Trust café there. However, it became too hot and the thought of wandering about on the beach with the sun beating down on us and no shelter and us beginning to look like characters in one of those survival films (you know what I mean – crawling on all fours, blistered parched lips, savouring the last drips from an empty water-bottle, vultures circling overhead etc. – replace vultures with seagulls) prompted us to leave at 3.00pm. Our car in the carpark The carpark was pleasantly uncrowded; I took my NT membership card to the office to get our free parking ticket and while Richard went back to the car to fetch Elinor and reassure her that the café was still open, I had a chat with the volunteer on duty and found out he had recently moved to Saxmundham and had a friend who had recently moved to Rumburgh; I also got a…