Bawdsey (Day two)

The sunset last night was one of our best ever. Certainly, the best one we'd seen this year. Eight vans here last night plus some youngsters camping on the beach. One tent a little too close to the tide mark. From across the water the sound of music carried on the breeze. We all stayed up late, the evening so warm. Around two o' clock this morning Angela woke up. She could hear the waves lapping on the beach and voices coming from the far end of the beach. Oh dear. You didn't pitch your tent on the beach, did you? Oh well, when you're our age it'll be a funny story to tell people.

This morning the air felt fresher, although still warm. The view from Marge an everchanging picture, a mix of work and pleasure boats out on the river shifting slightly as once again the tide slowly started to creep back in.

Our plan today was to take the passenger ferry across to Felixstowe Ferry, but the light rain began to fall so we decided to spend a quiet day with Marge, walking out to the shingle beach in between showers where we collected shells to take home for our shell vase.

What a difference a day makes. Bring back the sunshine and warmth. And, we have no shops here. Please send chocolate!