Edited by Patricia Stammers, Saturday, 8 Feb 2014, 16:05
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.
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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.