There were no waves, and the water was warm. It was the first time I’d seen more than one Brit venture into the water at any given time! And, this little one went in for the first time, as well.
But to tell you the truth, most of the time I don’t want to feel like I’m part of a party at the beach. I want to enjoy scenery, clean water, and the serenity of ocean sounds and sights. And this was exactly what we found on Sunday, just a couple of miles from the first beach. We had heard that there were more isolated, beautiful beaches north of the main Felixstowe area, and being late to get out the door again, we thought we’d try to find them.
We went to Felixstowe Ferry, a small fishing village where the River Deben meets the English Sea. It was quiet and incredibly pretty. In fact, a golf course took up much of the land up to the coast.
Where we parked there was a little marina, where boats were setting sail– both leisure crafts, and actual fishing boats. Lots of families were also trying their luck with fishing from the tiny pier.
We walked a long ways along these paths. It was windy, and rained quite a bit.Although a bit cold, everything was gorgeous. We waded into a little tide pool, where we saw all sort of interesting sea things, including a little crab trying to pinch my toes.
Then it really started pouring, and we made our way to the local pub. We enjoyed our ciders outside, under the awnings. A big ukelele troop showed up to take shelter. I wish they’d played their tiny guitars for us, but just seeing all of them made me smile.As we were leaving, we decided to take a different route, to see how far the two beaches we had visited were from each other. And then we stopped for a picnic. And that’s when we found another stretch of beautiful beach! This one had windbreaks, like in Southwold, and plenty of sand for Amelia. By then, the sun had come out again, so I went into the water, and we all did a little sunbathing. Perfect. (But not pictured, I had run out of battery power by then.)