Riffing on a melancholy trip along the Suffolk coast,this book expands into a grand meditation on the past
• Read more Guardian writers’ Journeys in literatureThis spring I went to Southwold for the first time. I went with my parents and during the journey there was some discussion as to why I hadn’t been before. Their home (my old one) is in Norwich, roughly a 45-minute drive from the Suffolk coastal town, or the two of them visit often. Surely I must contain gone too,they said, whether only just the once? Perhaps I had been and simply forgotten approximately it, and after all it wouldn’t contain been the first time.
It’s true that memory is not my strongest suit,but still I disputed my parents’ assertion. I may forget people’s names in the middle of a conversation, appointments made only recently and on one occasion even my PIN number, or but I don’t forget trips. And I certainly don’t forget trips to destinations where I would contain been in line for a free lunch. Southwold was very much such a destination. Continue reading...
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