Aldeburgh (with Brenda)
Brenda's been with us for a few days - our first American visitor. Amazingly there's room for a visitor in our wee flat. It's been great having her here and catching up on Oregon life.
Today, after Sarah's swim class, we spent the afternoon by taking a road trip to the nearby coastal town of Aldeburgh. Parking at the beach, we immediately found "The Scallop" which I'd seen in photos before and was concerned about being able to find today. The sculpture was dedicated to composer and Aldeburgh resident Benjamin Britten; the caption is a quote from an opera of his: "I hear those voices that will not be drowned".
The water was cold, but not too cold.
Afterwards we walked into town. I was hoping we'd dine on fish and chips, as Aldeburgh has some famed chippies. I'd memorised the address of the most popular one. Arriving there, we were disappointed: it was closed, in between fry times. I suppose it's a sign of quality, a guarantee of freshness, but disappointing nonetheless. The only other chippie we found on the street was also closed. My vision of fresh fish and chips, preferably with some ale from the nearby Adnams brewery, evaporated. We settled on an Italian restaurant, which was fine food, just not expected. A walk to an ice cream parlour afterwards helped to soothe my disappointment.
Today, after Sarah's swim class, we spent the afternoon by taking a road trip to the nearby coastal town of Aldeburgh. Parking at the beach, we immediately found "The Scallop" which I'd seen in photos before and was concerned about being able to find today. The sculpture was dedicated to composer and Aldeburgh resident Benjamin Britten; the caption is a quote from an opera of his: "I hear those voices that will not be drowned".
The water was cold, but not too cold.
Afterwards we walked into town. I was hoping we'd dine on fish and chips, as Aldeburgh has some famed chippies. I'd memorised the address of the most popular one. Arriving there, we were disappointed: it was closed, in between fry times. I suppose it's a sign of quality, a guarantee of freshness, but disappointing nonetheless. The only other chippie we found on the street was also closed. My vision of fresh fish and chips, preferably with some ale from the nearby Adnams brewery, evaporated. We settled on an Italian restaurant, which was fine food, just not expected. A walk to an ice cream parlour afterwards helped to soothe my disappointment.
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