Earlier this month I was in Felixstowe and took a few minutes to walk down to the beach and brave the howling, bitterly cold wind to take one or two photos of the seaside in winter.
Not surprisingly, the colourful beach huts were securely locked up for the season. Although, whilst I was taking pictures at least three people together with their pooches battled past. Hardy folk indeed, but I guess dogs need their walks come rain or shine, or winter gales.
Once I’d watched the container ship disappear out of sight into the Orwell Estuary on its way to the Felixstowe docks, I turned about to see, amazingly, a small, beach hut café was open.
However, the view I came to see was not the café, but the bar, the long, ever-shifting shingle bar forming and re-forming as the River Deben meets the North Sea. There’s a short aerial video filmed by John Ranson showing the extent of the bar here.
Now, obviously this stretch of coastline is in flux, but how incredible it must have been for the Anglo-Saxon longboats, around 625 AD, to make their way across the bar and head up the river to Woodbridge. And, we know they did this because they buried their king in his longboat with his treasure to rest for eternity at Sutton Hoo. Rather puts moaning about the current cold snap in perspective.
14 thoughts on “Winter at the Bar”
Interesting, thanks for photographs and the link.
Better in real life, but definitely colder.
Extraordinary. What I saw was a coastline so very different from the more rugged shores we have hereabouts (well, within 50 miles anyway). I should come and explore.
It is most definitely the coastline of Benjamin Britten’s Sea Interludes – not a rocky cliff in sight.
Your photos have a timeless quality to them.
I guess places like the coast have a way of playing with our perception of time as it offers planet Earth, two high tides and two low tides a day, doing its thing regardless of us insignificant humans.
I have always liked being at the ocean for this very reason, it is enormous huge big and I am ultra small. I like the feeling of spaciousness this somehow seems to give me. I’m not important, so what I do doesn’t matter much, so…such freedom!
That’s beautiful put and I so agree.
You’re a brave woman. I wouldn’t even leave the house today because of the chilly wind blowing, and that our summer temp is only 20’c.
That is a fascinating look at the inlet and I can almost hear those Viking oars as I read.
Is that because you’re on the tail end of a La Niña year?
I’m not convinced La Niña is finished with us yet. But this has something to do with polar winds coming up through the Great Australian Bight and meeting some other warmer air pressure and there is a funnel effect. All concepts a bit over my pay rate of understanding 🙂
Yup, and at the other pole we have had a ‘leak’ of Arctic air blast us for over week, thankfully now departed. Something to do with a weakening jet stream. A couple of years ago my daughter brought home some undergraduate marking she had to do. It was a climate module and it was very interesting about patterns of world weather and the energy in the weather systems. Obviously it’s all far, far too complicated for your average uber ambitious politician to understand otherwise they’d be action and not chat about the climate crisis.
I imagine UK has gone the same way as Australia in that powerful energy lobby groups can talk governments out of sensible policies. All very American style. Short term gain for long term pain. And the gain is all for the multinationals.
Yes, short term decisions absolutely not what humanity needs. And, the greed of the multinationals is abhorrent.