Orford Ness, on the Suffolk coast, is the epitome of a dynamic landscape. It’s described as Europe’s largest vegetated shingle spit, but the shingle is only the half of it. The rest of it comprises mudflats, salt marshes, tidal rivers, and lagoons.
Until I visited Bury St Edmunds, I had no idea that St Edmund, King of East Anglia and Christian martyr, was England’s original patron saint.
The English countryside was once a refuge for writers and artists of slender means. The life was peaceful, the air was fresh, and the rents were cheap. But like exotic plants transplanted to alien soil, they brought their own peculiarities to their new habitat. And they could arouse suspicion and sometimes loathing in the natives.