Shingle Street in Suffolk is somewhere I’ve wanted to explore for years, but had not made it until now. A curious place, dominated it seems by holiday lets, on the road to nowhere. It sits on a great shingle bank balanced between sea and sky. There is an air of vulnerability, as though having ultimately a temporary existence on this most mobile of shores.
Inevitably in this summer it poured and I ate my lunch sheltering in the porch of The Mansion, fromerly The German Ocean Mansion, while the rain hammered on the roof and hissed across the shingle. Photographs to follow.
Photo: Shingle Street rain, July 2012