Ophelia takes away the blues

Before the wind arrived all was still, no birds sing or fly, blue spectrum disperses and the world turns red.

Not sure I like my new colour scheme!

Fame again

How does my human do it? Interviewed by this new upmarket magazine. At least I get to figure in it this time.

Homeward Bound

After a slow start, my humans are hopeless at breaking camp, we visited Snape Maltings in a setting of reed beds in the flat Suffolk countryside.

Home to some of my humans favourite sculptures, you can see me parked close to a Henry Moore bronze, then a Barbara Hepworth, ideal settings for such large works.

This is home to the Aldeburgh festival thanks to Benjamin Britten.

Long walks big rewards

 

My humans set off to find The Red House via an Italian restaurant for lunch. A good way out of Aldeburgh I see the home of the belated Benjamin Britten, he swapped the one on the right above which was by the sea for a quieter remote farmhouse. 

Apparently the visit was worth every penny of the £5 entry fee and the ticket is valid for return visits for a year. I think my humans have been enlightened by this visit as they knew little about the life of this composer having been influenced by human Wilfrid's love of Beethoven, Schubert and Bach. 

The house was full of art by incredible artists who had presented Britten with it as gifts.

Sun, Sea and Madness

A long walk along the edge of the land covered in exotic salt loving plants to a tranquil village on the edge of the sea, houses here are unique, non more so than the house in the sky.

An expensive way to disguise a water tower, it can now be rented as a holiday home. Just don't be tempted to walk out of the door.

Two very different ideas of madness! Both providing modern life essentials.

We are going to need a lot more of those on the right of the picture once they replace me with new fangled electric cars.

The walk back to reality and a time past, fish caught from boats launched off a shingle beach and smoked or cooked in wooden huts high above the shore line. Not much different from the poem and later Britten opera PeterGrimes.

Napoleon and Flint

Sea defences to stop Napoleon invading, now a holiday home with 4 small windows.

Martello Tower is all that is left of the village of  Slaughden washed away by the sea in the 1900s after hundreds of years of hardship as a fishing community.

  

For clarity of where my humans and I are this is a flint wall of a 15c building in Aldeburgh. Not Scotland as some thought.

Big Skies

I travelled many miles and arrived after 4 1/2 hours by the sea. Parked on a very nice location 2 minutes from the sea. Big skies wide open spaces, non of the mountains human Wilfrid knew so well, I don't think human Wilfrid ever ventured into this part of the world.

Everything here is very arty despite the nuclear threat a few miles north.

Chase the Cake

Before the rush, early on a dull autumn morning we are listening to a Brass Band and signing up for a    Family Charity bike ride. BUT! My humans family desert him, too wet and muddy, what they like? 

Instead my human decides to do the 20 mile off road route.

Muddy, wet and tired but cake always puts a smile on my humans face?

Cakes were fantastic, well worth the Chase.

Human Wilfrid used to bake cakes. He said he baked a cake once a year to prove to his wife Peggy that he could still be independent.