Beside the Seaside
Slumbering contentedly beneath the vast, ever-changing East Anglian skies captured so vividly by Constable and Turner, sleepy Suffolk lies within striking distance of London’s perpetual thrust, yet seems to belong to another, simpler era.
England’s Industrial Revolution never quite made it this far east, and with no big cities and few major roads, Suffolk remains, by and large, one of its most unspoiled counties – a serene, pastoral idyll, dotted with thriving market towns and pretty pastel-hued villages.
Cut by estuaries that snake deep inland, with a subtle and varied landscape that ranges from windswept heath and swaying reed marshes to crumbling cliffs and lonely shingle spits, the Suffolk coast
