Aldeburgh - Corton – 62 Km
Once again, a rural road led to Walberswick and Southwold, located
on the banks of the River Blyth. The buildings in these ancient
villages are made of stone carried from the beach. We decided to
explore and enjoy the local brew before continuing to Lowestoft.
Fortunately, this was done without encountering Walberswick’s
phantom coach, drawn by headless horses and driven by the
murdered Tobias Gill, who was hanged in the area in the 18th
century.
Lunch was French fries smothered in curry sauce, which appeared
immensely popular and surprisingly delicious. Afterwards, the road
took us to Corton, where we arrived shortly before it started drizzling.
There seemed no end to the dreadful weather. In the icy conditions, I
wore every piece of clothing I possessed. We found solace in the cosy
pubs, which were much more comfortable than sitting huddled in a
tent.
The campsites varied greatly. Some were well equipped with
manicured lawns, toilets, and showers, while others only had a
bathroom and no other facilities; the prices indicated the facilities
available.
Corton - Cromer – 67 Km
Being May, the days were long, and the daylight lasted until 9:
p.m., which was fantastic as we didn't have to worry about setting up
camp in the dark.
From Corton, we slowly made our way along the North Sea coast past
Great Yarmouth, where I found an internet cafe. The French fries in
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