Wednesday, October 26, 2005

To Orford

At breakfast (muesli, porridge, fruit), the BBC website forecast was attached to the menu - it promised light rain; but the sky was almost cloudless, and the radio had agreed it would be dry.

The path started out along the road towards Snape (noticing my first 55 reg car), before diving across country, through woods, and marshy bits to Snape, and then to the crossing at the Maltings. The path then follows the coast to Iken, and here a lot of people were walking, bird watching, I guessed, and the path was churned to quagmire, unlike other parts of the way. On road a while to Iken High Street, before plunging into almost virgin territory. There is a footpath, with signposts, but not very travelled — in places overgrown with nettles; or under low-hanging sloe (damson?) trees needing to crouch; or simply having to wade through grass or reeds more than knee deep


This was an easy bit to spot!

before finally getting four hours in to the point where I was just across the river from Aldeburgh where I started.


From then on it was an increasingly numbing slog into sun and wind along the levee to Orford, as I pushed myself to see if I would be able to make the rate of ground needing to be covered the next day for a 3pm pick-up.

As I shuffled slowly up the main street to find the hotel (cunningly disguised as a restaurant, with reception in a stables round the back), I decided I would only do 12, not 16 miles to finish with.

The Crown and Castle is a seriously foodie place; dinner was buffalo Mozzarella and tomato salad, chicken breast with spinach and green salsa risotto (to which I added a side of chips!), and hot chocolate mousse.


Keith Ramsey said...

This takes me back to childhood holidays on the Suffolk coast in the late sixties and early seventies, although looking back on them now, a real holiday would have needed to take me much further away from KEGS.

I've got two strong memories of Orford: the Butley Orford Oysterage, where I developed a taste for smoked salmon that has stayed with me ever since, and "The Island", the spit of land over the river, where various top-secret weapons were tested, and which could only be visited by the chosen few using an old landing craft.

Steve Gilham said...

The Oysterage is still there. Alas, I am not one for much in the way of fish or shellfish…