Yet again this year we made a last minute camp site booking. Each year we say we will book early, and then each year we don’t. This is primarily my fault, Tricia comes up with the ideas and suggestions, and I tend to hmmm and hah, and nothing really happens. Anyhow, after a few phone calls on Sunday, we found a site a small way from Southwold. The primary reason we booked this site, was that it had space, unlike the other sites we called… it was also the cheapest, which seemed at odds with it having space. A quick google review of the site came up with some feedback, ‘lovely quiet site, but the facilities a little tired’, meaning the shower block and loos were in need of some renovation. Nonetheless, we took the positive, it was a ‘quiet site’.
On Tuesday morning, Tricia had determined on a prompt start and wanted to leave for Suffolk by 9am. And as we know, when Tricia is determined to do something, it isn’t advisable to hold her up or get in her way. We left at 9:10, so pretty much on time. We had left the house on the capable (?) hands of Robbie. I am sure I could hear him cheering as we left, knowing he would have the house to himself for the best part of a week.
Tricia was driving, and first stop was a large Tesco Extra in Milton Keynes. This was to buy Ellie one of the cheap wet suits they have been selling this summer, thinking it would help keep the sun off, and also keep her warmer in the sea. Well, after numerous attempts at various sizes, all of which took some time because Ellie didn’t find the getting in and out easy, and then getting some beach shoes for Ellie, and a magazine for Ellie and Tricia, and some flapjack… and after much debate some donuts, we got back to the car, and had lost time. As we headed out for Bedford, we were slowed by some roadworks, but fortunately, the other side of Bedford we made progress, until we stopped at Bury St Edmunds for a cup of tea and a donut. Then back on the road to, Tricia driving, me riding shotgun, and Ellie in the back watching a film on a portable dvd player… which didn’t turn out to be such a good idea, as she started to feel car sick. Fortunately we didn’t have far to go. We turned into what we thought was the camp site, but looked more like the scene from a horror movie set.. just as well we were in the wrong place or we might have gone straight home. Five minutes later we were in the right place.
The three of us set about putting the tent up, to Tricia’s usual precise standards. Now I am not suggesting that Tricia has obsessive compulsive disorder (OCD) about putting up tents, but it has to be done her way, or no way. So, Ellie and I did precisely what we were told. At about 4pm, the tent was up, and we sat in the tent for a cup of tea and a late lunch. Just as well, because it started to rain…and continued raining. Eventually we braved the rain, and drove to Southwold for fish and chips by the sea. Except of course we had to sit in the car, because it was raining. We worked our way back gradually to the camp site, and sat in the tent whilst it rained. At about 9pm it stopped. The tent had gone up well… no leaks. Well, none that is apart from the can of lemonade Ellie spilled! The ladies had hot chocolate and I had a cup of tea, and then around 10 pm it was lights out.
Wednesday morning and I was last awake at 8:10… this was very unusual, as I am normally first awake. However, these days, I sleep really well when camping. I used to dislike camping because I never slept well. However, with an air bed, and using the sleeping bag more as a duvet (I don’t like being in a sleeping bag) I tend to sleep really soundly. Ellie had been up in the night, and was a little confused as to where she was precisely, however, despite having zipped and unzipped most of the zips in the tent, the tent was still standing. A cup of tea, and egg and bacon cooked by Tricia was a nice start to the day. We knew coming on holiday that the gas cannister was getting low, but we weren’t quite sure when it would run out. So getting a cooked breakfast was a bonus. After breakfast, it was showers, and yes the reviews were right the facilities were tired… but, they were functional and clean, so they were ok.
However, the day took a bit of a downturn. During the morning, whilst Tricia was cooking breakfast, we were getting plagued by wasps. Just as we were going to leave, Tricia was zipping up the tent, when she got stung on the foot, between the toes. One unhappy Tricia… vinegar was applied, but a sore foot.
The sun was shining, and so, it was straight to the beach to get the best of the weather. No sooner had we parked up at Southwold, than Ellie was in her wetsuit and in the water. The sun was shining and sparkling off the water, which seemed to eb speaking to me, saying …’swim in me’… and so I obliged. Trunks on and goggles on, and a march into the sea, and a dive forward… the water was a little sharp in the temperature but not too bad, and so I spent a pleasant half hour in the sea with Ellie. Ellie stayed in for ages, until she got a small jellyfish on her arm, and a little sting. Here is Ellie on her board, and me out at sea 
We stayed until round 3:15, when the midges started to get the better of us. Back in the car we drove to Dunwich. A cup of tea, and then a visit to the musuem to learn about the village, which had once been a thriving port, but with the sea erosion, had fallen into the sea many hundreds of years ago. Then it was back to the tent to see if there was enough gas in the bottle to cook tea…. fortunately there was, so we sat outside and had spag bol and a glass of wine. The gas also lasted to make hot chocolate and tea, and we played poker dice, and a game of pointless cludo (pointless in the sense it turned out we didn’t have all the cards).
On Thursday, I was up last again, just after 8am. Tricia went off for a shower, whilst I enjoyed a cup of wake up juice (tea). Tricia came back, and off I went for my shower. The water was nice and hot, and I enjoyed my shower. It was the that I discovered that I had not brought my towel with me. Which is a rather fundamental item. I feel too young to describe it as a ‘senior moment’ but it was probbaly the middle aged equivalent. So, I put my shorts on and wandered, wet and bedraggled back to the tent, where Tricia and Ellie had a good laugh at my expense. After breakfast of sausages and beans (the gas bottle still going) we packed up and headed for Aldeburgh. We stopped along the way for some insect bite cream, for Tricia’s toe, which was looking a little red and swollen. When we arrived in Aldeburgh, it started to rain… we walked through the town to the musuem we intended to visit, to find it was closed. Hmmm. We stopped in a coffee shop, where we had an early lunch, whilst it poured down outside. But is stopped, and we went off to Snape Maltings… and in fact, the sun started to shine quite nicely, and we enjoyed a nice walk in the sun through the reed beds by the river. The Maltings is a set of buildings, mostly dating from the 19th century, built on the banks of the river Ore, that was originally used for the malting of barley and brewing of beer. The Maltings closed in 1960. The buildings have since been partially restored and rebuilt and converted into shops, galleries, and a concert hall… Ellie started to get ‘tired legs’, so after a look in the shops, we went to Thorpeness.
Thorpeness had a unique house, the ‘house in the clouds’ which was built on the side of an old water tower. We walked around and stopped for tea, at the tea room. Unfortunately the scones were dry and not really up to scratch (well, not Nikki’s standard) and we were plagued by wasps. We then left to go and find a shop for evening provisions. Now, I don’t have the best sense of direction at the best of times… but I got myself quite confused about exactly where we were going, but Tricia got us to the Waitrose at Saxmundham. Tricia and Ellie shopped, I sat in the car watching the rain which had come back. The gas bottle kept going, and Tricia produced a wonderful chicken stir fry, which I washed down with a bottle of Adnams beer. A game of Ellies favourite – poker dice – and then it was back into the tent for hot chcolate for the ladies and tea for me. Here is Ellie and me at Snape Maltings, and a picture of the House in the Clouds.
Friday, and the forecast was not good. Ellie wanted to go to the beach, but it was overcast, chilly and spitting with rain. The wasps were being a nusiance again, and I committed the classic mistake of belting a wasp, which feel on me and stung my leg, and then in trying to remove it, it stung my thimb. Not happy. Vinegar was applied, and then some of Tricia’s insect bite cream.
After breakfast and showers (remembered my towel this time), we headed for Lowestoft, where there was an air show. After taking an age to find somewhere to park, and then a long walk into the town, we finally settled to watch some of the show. There were rain showers, which we coped with, and then the Red Arrows, who were brilliant. It was at this point we decided to go to the car to get lunch… however, the rain gods were lying in wait, and all of a sudden we were caught in a downpour with noweher to shelter. We got the the car drenched and soaked through… it would be fair to say spirits were quite low at this time. The summer, even the year had been dry until we decided to go on holiday. It just didn’t feel fair.
So, we drove back to the tent, had a cup of tea and changed and ventured out again. This time to Framlingham castle. This proved to be a good choice, and the rain stayed off long enough for us to be able to enjoy a few hours at the castle before heading back to the tent for tea. Ellie was cooking, she was doing us hot dogs. Nikki and Robbie always has had each other for company when on family holidays, but Ellie doesn’t have that, and so she wants to be involved. So, when she said she wanted to cook tea we let her. After tea, we had our established routine of poker dice games, and hot chocolate and eventually bed.
Saturday, and it was overcast again. After breakfast and showers we headed out to see a castle at Orford. But it didn’t amount to much, so we went to the Quay, which didn’t amount to much. So we then had a look at the country market… which, didn’t amount to much. So we drove up to Woodbridge to look at the tidal meal. We had lunch and walked around, visited the musuem, and enjoyed some sun at last. On this note we headed for Southwold so Ellie could get some beach time. However by the time we had got there it had clouded over, and it was too cold for her to go in. So, it was a cup of tea and a muffin on the pier. Then a walk, around the town and seafront, before getting fish and chips for tea, and eating them on the seafront. It was a pleasant evening and the fish and chips were excellent.
On Sunday we decided to head for home, and take in a visit to Flatford on the way, where Constable painted a number of his most famous paintings. We meticulously took the tent down, everything being cleaned as we went and folded meticulously. We even killed a few wasps as we went along. With everything in the car, we climbed in ready to leave. It was then we discovered we couldn’t find the car keys… Now we normally keep them in a particular pocket on the tent, and it looked like we had left them in there. So, we had to unpack the boot, and the top part of the tent to retrieve them. Tricia and I laughed at ourselves… mind you if it had been raining we wouldn’t have found it quite so funny. And so we took leave and drove to Flatford. We parked up and enjoyed a good long walk, to Dedham, where Constable went to school, and a beautiful village it was to. Then we looked at Flatford mill. This was more of the Suffolk we were expecting, and Tricia and I will probably go back there for a weekend at some point and see more of it. We stopped at the tea room, Tricia and I enjoying a cup of tea, Ellie an ice cream… and guess what, more blessed wasps. Pictures of Flatford Mill, and Willy Lotts house, which is adjacent to the mill and featured in some of Constables paintings.
Back in the car, onto the A12, then the M25, then the A41, and home just before 6pm. Nikki, who was back from Greece had made some scones for tea, so we all sat in the back garden eating tea and catching up on what we had been doing over the last week. Robbie had maintained the house, and had a mate over to stay for a few days. All the cats were still alive, so he had remembered to feed them 
Reflections… Well the weather was disappointing, and every time we take a holiday in the UK it seems to happen that way for us, and to be honest it gets me down. Sods law said that after all the dry and good weather we would get bad weather and we did. The Suffolk coast was disappointing, Southwold was nice, but nothing to compare with the coastal beauty of Conwall. Apart from Framlingham castle and Flatford on he way back, there seemed to be little of interest either. So, we won’t be going back to Suffolk for a holiday anytime soon.
Oh… and you never know how much gas you have. The cannister cooked all our meals, and there is obviously some left still.