Dunwich Heath

Sitting out having a welcome coffee at Dunwich Heath on a bright spring morning suddenly brought back memories for both Jean and myself of being in Israel – in the north by the Sea of Galilee or Caesarea Philippi – at the same time of year. It must have been something about the quality of the light and the crisp atmosphere. So it was a very evocative way to spend our last “day off” in Suffolk, and Jean even managed to take a rare snap of me as we walked round the Heath in near solitude. So memorable. So special.