Blythburgh
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Walking with Bob
Walking with Bob my border collie through the salt marshes and dunes. Listening to the birds in the marshes and trying not to get lost! Keeping Bob away from people as he's a very cautious rescued border collie. The sense of peace whenever I have returned here. Now sadly without my dearest brave Bob but always remembered.
A memory of Walberswick contributed by Yvonne Sunderland
Dunwich Monastery Gateway
My earliest memory of Greyfriars in Dunwich was probably driving down the hill in my grandfather's old car in 1960 as he brought me to my new home at The Barne Arms Hotel. I had been at boarding school at Dollar in Scotland, and my grandfather had met me off the train in London and driven me along the tortuous roads (including the old A12) to Dunwich. Descending the hill, just before St James' Street opened out, the ruins on the right hand side seemed portentious, as I loved anything old and historic, and this was certainly both. Glimpses of the ruined buildings could be seen through the gate, and later I was to frequently circumnavigate the whole monastery, it's ...read more here
A memory of Dunwich contributed by James Ritchie
The Rubble on the Beach
I spent my teenage years in Dunwich, and in retrospect they were wonderful. Freedom, long walks, the beach and sea, cliffs, marshes and the old tank defences from WWII. My best friend Justin North, who lived at 'Marshside' opposite me at The Ship, and I spent hours during those years, roaming, swimming, canoeing, making carts to career down the hill from the monastery, and resurrecting a storm damaged painter's punt washed ashore to row to Walberswick on the irrigation rivers behind the dunes. Although All Saints had fallen off the cliff long before we were born, some of the cemetery remained on the cliff top, including numerous unmarked pauper's graves. Pieces of masonry and rubble still lay at the ...read more here
A memory of Dunwich contributed by James Ritchie
The Ghost at The Ship
My parents owned and ran The Ship Inn from 1960 to 1975. My father a retired soldier and wartime paratrooper had taken early retirement to buy the business, then called The Barne Arms Hotel after the estate. The new Inn sign was based on the Blue Peter logo from the BBC Children's programme (from whom he'd got permission to use a similar but not identical design). As boys, my brother and I shared an attic room. Shortly after I had left to go to the Army in about 1969/70 my brother had experienced a ghost in the attic room. Waking, he'd found what he described as a woman sitting beside his bed, grey in colour. As he woke, she'd risen, turned ...read more here
A memory of Dunwich contributed by James Ritchie
Extracts From Blythburgh & Suffolk books
Blythburgh was an important port in bygone times. In the same way as many other river ports, it lost trade when its waterways could no longer cope with the increasing draughts of cargo ships. The church, known locally as ‘the cathedral of the marshes’, with its 128ft nave and 83ft tower, presents an imposing landmark. It was over this church that a Liberator bomber exploded in August 1944, killing Joseph Kennedy, eldest brother of the late US president.
An extract from from"Suffolk Photographic Memories".
Blythburgh was an important port in bygone times. Like many other river ports, it lost trade when its waterways could no longer cope with the increasing draughts of cargo ships. The church, situated on high ground above the river Blyth, and known locally as ‘the cathedral of the marshes’, presents an imposing landmark. It was entirely rebuilt in the mid to late 15th century on a massive scale. The large windows give a sense of light and awe to the interior.
An extract from from"East Anglia".
The church, situated on high ground above the river Blyth, is known locally as ‘the Cathedral of the Marshes’. It was entirely rebuilt in the mid to late 15th century on a massive scale: it is 128 feet long with a tower 83 feet high, which had a spire until 1577. The large windows give a sense of light and awe to the interior.
An extract from from"Suffolk - A Second Selection Photographic Memories".
As the photograph clearly illustrates, the church was gloriously over-sized and over-opulent for an area dependent on
butter, cheese and a little fishing. Physical decline of the church’s fabric began as early as the 16th century and accelerated
through periods of poverty, damage and indifference. The gentle ministrations of 20th-century restorers have created an
ambience of stunning light and simplicity.
An extract from from"Southwold to Aldeburgh Photographic Memories".
WE MUST NOT become too enthralled with the
sea and the excitements of coastal villages and
small towns. Small towns like Saxmundham
and Leiston and villages such as Middleton and
Westleton speak of a different life, involved in
the diverse world of agriculture.
Saxmundham and Leiston both claim a Saxon
heritage. Certainly the former of these was a
substantial settlement by the time of Domesday
Book, and enjoyed market rights in the Middle
Ages. It was at the centre of the farming community
for centuries with regular livestock markets. The
railway arrived in 1859, and included a branch
line to Aldeburgh. However, one associates
Saxmundham with the old turnpike and the
modern A12, and here the Bell Inn could tell
some tales from all the travellers who have rested
there. Today the by-pass, long fought for, has
brought the town a measure of peace and quiet,
especially from those rumbling monsters of the
road, trucks and lorries. It is ironic, perhaps,
that its convenience has prompted a house-
building programme, so that the population of
Saxmundham has risen above 4000. A strong
sense of small-town community spirit seems to
exist there, we are happy to say.
Leiston owes its medieval prosperity to a
substantial abbey which flourished up to the
Dissolution in 1537. In the 19th century, the
firm of Garretts dominated the town, and
the manufactures of the company, including
formidable steam engines of all kinds, were
sold world wide. We must not forget that
Suffolk played an important part in the early
and developing Industrial Revolution. Today a
fascinating museum records the triumphs of
Garretts of Leiston. In the 1950s, a nuclear power
station was commissioned, a Magnox reactor of
formidable potential, bringing new employment
opportunities. Later came Sizewell B, the PWR
reactor, proudly state-of-the-art; today the giant
white dome stands rather incongruously where
smugglers once plied a profitable trade.
Both towns claim to be the hub of this Area
of Outstanding Natural Beauty, and indeed they
are both useful starting points for a journey of
exploration in such a special place.
An extract from from"Southwold to Aldeburgh Photographic Memories".







