Aldeburgh festival

After a really crazy few weeks, Martha and I went "on retreat" to Aldeburgh for a couple of days. The festival was on, and there was a musical buzz, in this lovely sun drenched "arty" environment. Our stay was made all the more special by the ( converted convent) bed and breakfast , where we had views of the sea and a table and chair by the window to sit and write. The lady who owned it was an artist, and her pictures and Murals adorned the walls of the big convent entrance hall there was also the most beautiful herb and flower garden where her and her friends played croquet.

There were various concerts and workshops going on as part of the fringe festival in the town itself, and every tenth person seemed to be carrying a cello!.

We paid homage to the Britten memorial shell on the beach, and read books and drank coffee.