Sheep beside the sea side

It's amazing what can be achieved if you whinge in public (or at least on the internet). I have been taken out twice this week. I will revisit the more cultured of my two outings at a later date, but on Wednesday I was taken to the seaside.

The beach at Dunwich is a bit stoney, as you can see from the photo at the top. There is a bit of sand, but not much. The picture above is of Dunwich beach with the Sizewell nuclear power stations in the distance.

We spent a bit of time on the beach at Dunwich (getting funny looks from other humans who were probably wondering what a sheep was doing at the sea side).

Later we moved along the coast to Walberswick and walked along the River Blyth. We crossed a bridge...

...and then walked back along the Southwold side of the river. When visiting the Southwold area, it is compulsory to sample the local ale.

Mmmm. Adnams.

We crossed the river again by means of a little ferry boat, but I had to stay inside Lady De Minutive's handbag for fear of being blown away. The wind had got up a bit by this time.

Sand dunes at Walberswick.

We eventually ended up in Southwold, on the pier in a really rather brisk breeze. Here is a picture of me with Southwold's iconic lighthouse in the back ground and Sir Bruin's hand preventing me from blowing into the sea in the foreground.

As you can see, the wind was whipping the waves up a bit. Perhaps I should have brought my scarf with me!

Baaa!