After we left Southwold (more tea and scones!), we drove through the lovely East Anglian countryside, which looks just like the countryside in every BBC/PBS/Jane Austen costume drama.
This is
Dunwich, a village that has been mostly swallowed by the sea--at least the ancient village that was near the water/harbor.
The remains of a Franciscan priory...it's ultimate destruction was not by Mother Nature, but by Henry VIII and Thomas Cromwell.
This pub is named...wait for it...the White Horse! We had lunch here.
Love this in a bookshop...
English rainbow.
Just the most wonderful day!
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