Aldeburgh on the east Suffolk coast is at its best before 10 am on a Sunday morning, especially in winter. Only a few people dodder along the near-deserted main street, and Crag Path, the parallel road along the sea front, is almost completely devoid of the holiday makers who so often make one wince by their insistence, whatever the weather, on wearing shorts just because they are on holiday beside the sea.
Yesterday, 24 January, there were no inappropriate shorts because there were indeed few legs to wear them. Just as well, for it was icy cold after a hard frost in the early hours. A curious phenomenon was the result: the vast expanse of deserted, pebble beach, normally ochreous brown, was thinly white, as this photograph rather inadequately tries to show:
The whiteish cover on the grass in the foreground gives the explanation: it is frost, and it is frost which had given the whole beach this very thin, superficial white covering. Perhaps this happens frequently at Aldeburgh; I don’t know, but the presence of frost all over the beach right beside the salty sea seemed in general to be sufficiently interesting to be worth a few pixels.
More characteristic of the place is the way sky and sea visually merge in a layering of greys and pale blues. Personally I just love the image of those pulled-up, overwintering boats with no-one around them. Indeed, there was no-one on the beach, in shorts or otherwise.