The Suffolk coast: 50 years on from my childhood holidays

Hugh Thomson returns in search of the old-fashioned seaside idyll of his memories … and discovers it’s even more fun second time round

As a boy, I used to be taken to Suffolk for holidays in a caravan in the middle of a forest. I would wake to the sound of woodpigeons and walk down to the beach barefoot, or over to the local farm to get bantams’ eggs for breakfast. The Suffolk coast I remember was a quiet place of green lanes and wide estuaries.

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