Orford

Suffolk Coast, countryside. Grey sky. A sleepy fishing village, Orford, where children hang from the pier dangling nets, reaching for crabs. 

Sailboats and seagulls. Bells on boats. A seafood shack and a sailing club.

We walked along the green ness, sinking feet in the mud, the skyline broken by the single, solitary lighthouse that pierced the sky. 

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