All at Sea

Well, out on the river Blyth actually. This is Ferrywoman Dani Church plying her historic Walberswick ferry this summer. We used the service to cross over to Walberswick for a walk and a cup of tea yesterday.





A hand rowed ferry: No motor to disturb the peace, and a chance to talk to the ferryman/woman instead. This is typical of the quirky, odd and edge of empire feel to these towns at the Eastern edge of Britain. The pace of life is slower, especially out of season. Their relative isolation at the end of the A12 and the ever present threat of flooding or invasion from the North Sea lends these places a temporary but determined feel.






Excellent. Long may it continue...

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