England Part VII
"The ghost of Ibn Gabirol over my shoulder as I wrote!" Professor Loewe influential scholar of Jewish studies and a poet had said. Well, the ghost of Grandmother and Anna Freud over my shoulder as I played in Walberswick village is somewhat how I felt as a kid. For who knew when they’d come clopping down the street on their horses, intruding on a child’s free time, looking like NO ONE ELSE, so sort of strangely embarrassingly not with the times back then–two spinsterish plain Janes.
My gut in a knot, I would wave from my bike, shout, “Hello!” but not stop. I did not want their constrained behavior to constrain me.
It was after five on June 27th. I was thinking of taking the ferry run by Dani Church across the River Blyth to Southwold to see if this seaside town was how I remembered it. Discovering I was too late for the operation of the ferry, I asked the pub’s bartender if a bike was to be had. He lent me his and off I went pedaling down the main street to the river, along the ridged path to the bridge, across the bridge following the sandy path overlooking marshes to the large field and a golf course that led in to Southwold.
In Southwold, I zipped along the narrow streets to the view of the North Sea. Put my feet down and snapped a photo. The bathhouses seemed larger and fancier than in the past but other than that the view comfortingly the same.
I wended my way down side streets, admiring the flowers and quaint shops in alleyways. Passing a pub or two where people were sitting outside enjoying the sea air (no seating outside when I was a kid), drinking no doubt the local acclaimed Adnams, I began to long for a sit down at my pub, The Anchor, with a cool refreshing Adnams of my own to sip. I glanced at my watch. It was seven. I had to admit my legs were sore; time for me to go home.
Pedaling slower now, I made my way back towards the River Blyth to Walberswick.
To be continued…
My gut in a knot, I would wave from my bike, shout, “Hello!” but not stop. I did not want their constrained behavior to constrain me.
It was after five on June 27th. I was thinking of taking the ferry run by Dani Church across the River Blyth to Southwold to see if this seaside town was how I remembered it. Discovering I was too late for the operation of the ferry, I asked the pub’s bartender if a bike was to be had. He lent me his and off I went pedaling down the main street to the river, along the ridged path to the bridge, across the bridge following the sandy path overlooking marshes to the large field and a golf course that led in to Southwold.
In Southwold, I zipped along the narrow streets to the view of the North Sea. Put my feet down and snapped a photo. The bathhouses seemed larger and fancier than in the past but other than that the view comfortingly the same.
I wended my way down side streets, admiring the flowers and quaint shops in alleyways. Passing a pub or two where people were sitting outside enjoying the sea air (no seating outside when I was a kid), drinking no doubt the local acclaimed Adnams, I began to long for a sit down at my pub, The Anchor, with a cool refreshing Adnams of my own to sip. I glanced at my watch. It was seven. I had to admit my legs were sore; time for me to go home.
Pedaling slower now, I made my way back towards the River Blyth to Walberswick.
To be continued…
Table of Contents for Blog Articles
- Beginning of my Writing Life
- Should I begin a website?
- Three Steps to Creativity
- Communicating Effervescence
- The Fallen Leaves of Books
- After a Virus Has Passed
- Sex, Horses, and Breathing
- Feast for Seven Women
- Talks with My Cousin Dorothy
- What’s in a tidbit?
- The Value of Layers
- Tweaking Facts to Create Fiction
- Thanksgiving
- Thinking of Our Summer Cabin at the Lake
- Christmas Is Coming
- Jo
- Roland
- Christmas Cards
- The Pinch of Christmas
- Passed Away
- “I’m here, but the car ‘s not.”
- Elizabeth Gilbert’s Committed; A Skeptic Makes Peace with Marriage
- About Happy Times in Norway
- Satisfied
- Innocence Lost
- Picnic in the Park
- They Don’t Make Boots Like They Use To
- Pale Nouns
- Ballet’s Jacques Revisited
- Breakfast at Dottie’s True Blue Café
- Jewels and Clocks
- Sipping Wines in the Valley on St. Patrick’s Day
- Disappeared
- Dreams and Me
- A Design Project Takes Shape
- Value
- PRETTY SHOES
- Shapes and Color Inform
- Chalk Painting on the Sidewalk
- Roommates
- The Importance of Siblings, My Cousin, and Old Friends
- Anticipation = Work + Work
- What I Didn’t Tell You in the Last Blog
- It’s Tuesday already?
- GROUPS
- Delia’s Rug
- UPNORTH AUTHORS CIRCLE
- Headstones
- Bad Backs
- My Very First Pie
- Are We Ready?
- I Can’t Breathe
- Meeting the Carvers
- FAMILY RECIPES HIT THE ARCHIVES
- A Place I Loved
- Highlights of a Trip to Madeline Island, Largest of the Apostle Islands
- What Am I Writing Now?
- Teaching Kids to Connect to Art
- Website as Forum
- ENCOURAGING WRITING SUCCESS FOR EIGHTH GRADERS
- BACK IN LAWRENCE
- A “Published Book” by Students for Students of Students Has Impact
- Thoughts from a Trip to the Metropolitan Museum of Art
- Buttercup Hill
- BENEATH THE ARC OF A DOUBLE RAINBOW
- ME AND MY SIBLINGS
- Why Learning the Ethical Culture Way Sticks
- Chestnuts
- An Apology and a Promise
- England Part I
- England Part II
- England Part III
- England Part IV
- England Part V
- England Part VI
- England Part VII
- England Part VIII
- England Part IX
- England Part X
- England Part X1
- England Part X11
- England Part X111
- England Part XIV
- Paris Part 1
- Paris Part II
- Paris Part III
- Paris Part IV
- Norway Part 1
- Norway Part II
- Norway Part III
- Norway Part IV
- Norway Part V
- Norway Part VI
- Norway Part VII
- Norway Part VIII
- Norway Part IX
- Norway Part X
- Norway Part XI
- Norway Part XII
- Norway Part XIII
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