Pictures do not lie: I am the shortest and oldest of the gang. Thanks to George Creighton for taking it.
We stayed one night in Aldeburgh and I pottered down to the beach while Brenda got herself together for a hotel breakfast. The dazzling sun should have meant burned out highlights and dense shadows but as luck, and my Sony HX5V, would have it; things worked out well and I came away with some good images.
The fishing boats, dragged up on to the beach by tractors, are iconic Aldeburgh images and I felt it was inevitable that I would simply add to the stock of millions of similar pictures. The first shot has Thorpeness in the background and both the nuclear power station and the House in the Clouds can be seem to the left.
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We had stayed in Bury Saint Edmunds the previous night and just had time for a quick trip round the cathedral before we left, which was disappointingly brash.
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The arches in the nearby Saint Mary's church soared up to a fine angel roof.
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Both churches were unfortunately let down by an excess of poor Victorian stained glass
