Our tour began at a rather dismal Sutton on Sea.
There is a constant battle with the sea on the East Coast and Sutton looked like it was digging in for a long war of attrition.
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It was hard to believe that the beach huts would be the foci of family fun in the summer.
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Attempts to "smile on through" and brighten things up had rather the opposite effect.
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Despite all of this gloom, the sense of British pluck, wrinkled knees and faded elegance has a place in one's heart, although I am not sure what a French holiday maker would make of it; if one ever dared venture to Sutton on Sea.
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Things perked up considerably in Rigsby Woods. We were hoping for bluebells but were happy to find a carpet of wood anemones.
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Our final photographic stop was the magnificently ruined church of St Botolphs at Skidbrooke. It has suffered much vandalism but can look magnificent when the sun is in the right direction.
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