Blakelow Road where Grandma used to live, bird watching and clay were my associations with the names Blakeney and Cley until yesterday. Blakeney, peopled by many in green macs is a windswept hamlet built of cobble stones on the edge of the marshes. Cley church has a half built or half ruined extension (like Sienna Cathedral) before the apse. The extension has a lancet window with flowing tracery carved in white stone - but no roof.

Covehithe towards Southwold meets the North Sea. Sand, sea and field merge there in irresitible, wild confusion.