This is the wave I grew up surfing, Walberswick. The village has become a kind of Farrow & Ball pastiche of the countryside. Now and again the beach is worth a look on a longboard or a big storm. For some reason running across the marsh and up to the jetty elicits a childlike sense of expectation and excitement.
There's an old church nearby with a hidden room looking over the marshes. It's one of the best places to sit and think.
