I hadn't been to Southwold for a good two and a half years, there were ghosts there that I hadn't the courage to face. Maybe I shouldn't have worried, although most of memories are linked to a lost love, the ghosts were in the main warm and friendly. We'd had many good walks along the beach, up and down the pier, and by the estuary harbour. It was his childhood beach and so it was an honour to have shared time with him there and it was through him that I got to know that stretch of coast. 

Returning made me realise what a magical gift it is to be able to share life with another person. Okay so it was long ago and sadly no more but how lucky I was for those few years to be so in wrapped in love. 

Enough. Here are some photographs