Putting Suffolk on the Map

A love song for Suffolk.....

The land of the South Folk, or Suffolk as it is now called, is a part of East Anglia that I have become curiously fond of.  It isn't a part of the country I knew at all when I was younger, but we started exploring with our girls some twenty years ago.  Then I read W G Sebald's entrancing The Rings of Saturn, which added to the allure. 

We stay at The Eel's Foot Inn, and walk to the sea near the Sizewell Nuclear Power stations, watched warily by one of the Konik Polski ponies that graze by the ruins of the twelfth century remains of Leiston Abbey.

Sizewell A was shut down at the end of 2006.  A week later it was found that some 40,000 gallons of water from the pond where spent reactor fuel was being kept had leaked out and into the North Sea.  This Konik Polski  had obviously drunk of the delightfully glowing waste.....

Sizewell B (whose bright white dome dominates the scene) is run by EDF (Électricité de France S.A., a French electric utility company, largely owned by the French state) who intend to keep it going until 2055 (Brexiteers eat your hearts out) despite emergency shut downs in 2008, 2010 and 2012.... 

Sizewell C, another EDF reactor, is a project, like Hinkley Point C, due to be completed with the Chinese.  Oh! What price sovereignty?

Anyway, we walk back to the Eel's Foot (another by-product of nuclear power?) through the RSPB Reserve at Minsmere, in time for the weekly folk night, where ageing minstrels serenade us from their word sheets with The Last Thing on my Mind, a strangely appropriate song under the circumstances.....

Ben Britt and Bill Budd

The morning after we drift down the coast to Aldeburgh, home of Benjamin Britten.  I waxed a little lyrical about this place and its  tin scallop in August 2013 (see my blog entitled Great Britten) so won't eulogise unnecessarily.  

Its shingle beach is scruffily used and the pastel shaded holiday homes evoke the future of holidays by the North Sea (when Europe is way beyond the Dogger Bank).

And the produce fished up is smoked in the Meerschaums of locals who welcome the money of strangers.....

But I sense a slight tension when I note a photo of the Springwatch team on the wall.  The face of Chris Packham had been cut out....  He should be shot! extols our fish-smoking brother.  Protecting crows and pigeons?  He should be shot.....

"Starry Vere, God Bless you!"

Sutton Wat?

Slightly dazed we motor on.  We stop to pay our respects to the dead at Sutton Hoo, where nothing is as it used to be.  The visitor centre is in a state of upheaval, as £4m worth of work proceeds to ready expositions in the High Hall to rival the Titanic in Belfast.  If there was an Anglo-Saxon King alive today, he'd be turning in his grave.....

It's which?

And so we proceed, suffolkating under the weight of Kulture and Anarchy on offer all around.  We moor at the Novotel Ipswich, and quench our thirst at the Briarbank Bar and Brewery (a long time favourite) which is hard by the Custom House and the mighty Orwell.  

It is a little known fact that Ipswich is the 42nd most populous town in England and Wales.  But it is the home of the UK's newest University (prior to 2016, Suffolk was one of the only counties in England not to have one at all) and, in 2017, the Royal Mail (who he? Ed.) voted Ipswich the seventh most desirable place to live and work in England....

The seventh?

.... Despite the fact that many people know it as the home of the Suffolk Strangler (though he was originally from Norfolk), Steve Wright, responsible for the murder of five Ipswich female prostitutes in 2006 (committed to Life Imprisonment in 2008).   

The Car Stall on the Hill

And speaking of crimes against humanity....

Benjamin Joseph Levin and Edward Christopher Sheeran are famous people. The latter, at least, is one of the only famous people (if you discount Robert Hindes Groome or Frederick Bird) ever to have come from Framlingham (which Country Life Magazine voted, in 2006, the number one place to live in the country) and between them the two writ a song about the Castle on the Hill, the official video of which has been seen 372,289,930 times on YouTube (though only 2.2 million liked it - and 68,000 actually took the trouble to say they didn't!)

These figures may have something to do with the lyrics, such as:

We found weekend jobs, when we got paid

We'd buy cheap spirits and drink them straight 

Me and my friends have not thrown up in so long, oh how we've grown

But I can't wait to go home

and, perhaps more memorably:

I'm on my way

Driving at ninety down those country lanes

Singing to "Tiny Dancer" 

And I miss the way you make me feel, and it's real 

We watched the sunset over the castle on the hill 

Over the castle on the hill 

Over the castle on the hill

Mr Sheeran, when interviewed on the Radio 1 Breakfast Show, had this to say about his masterpiece:

This is a love song for Suffolk, because I don’t think anyone has ever done that.

That was the second song I completed for the album, so… I’ve listened to that more times than anything else, and it just sounds completely different. I wrote that mid-2015.

I shot the music video in Suffolk, and they cast a group of friends from my high school, and all the extras are kids from my high school, and the main guy, who looks exactly like me, is in my sixth form. It’s really weird.

So it’s all putting Suffolk on the map.

Perhaps, dear reader, you should be the judge of that?

https://youtu.be/K0ibBPhiaG0

Hey! Wayne....

And so to PC Jack, RA, the painter of Dedham Vale....

We are on our way home, now, and stop at Flatford Mill for breakfast (the Ipswich Novotel breakfast was neither to our tastes nor our pocket....)   Flatford is remarkably unspoiled (at this hour) and Willy Lott's cottage still stands more or less where Constable painted it.....

And the dry dock where he pictured Boat Building near Flatford Mill (in the V and A) is still pretty dry.....  (certainly drier than witnessed in  my 2014 Blog, Mr Constable....)

Flatford Mill itself is a Field Studies Centre, but none the worse for that.....  It really is lovely round here....  The village of East Bergholt, the river Stour....  

Constable Country....  

So, there we are....  it’s all putting Suffolk on the map.....  

A love song to Suffolk.... 

because I don’t think anyone has ever done that.....

Ever read Ronald Blythe, Ed?  

Or Roger Deakin?

Or W G Sebald?


(or my 2013 Blog, Great Britten?)


(or my 2014 Blog, Mr Constable?)


A love song to Suffolk

Nobody done that!

Great Britten

Somewhere between the sea and the heavens

But dreaming builds what dreaming can disown.

Dead fingers stretch themselves to tear it down. 

I hear those voices that will not be drowned 

Calling, there is no stone 

In earth's thickness to make a home 

That you can build with and remain alone. 

[from Peter Grimes

Composer: Benjamin Britten

Librettist: Montagu Slater]

Suffolk is a special place.  With vast skies (already celebrated by many artists and bloggers), peaceful landscapes that rise and fall like waves, colourful villages dwarfed by once-rich churches, and a coastline that changes with the winter storms, the county is blessed, guarded perhaps by the angels who seem to have chosen it as their preferred home.

It has also been a special place for writers and artists - from Thomas Gainsborough to George Crabbe, John Constable to Ronald Blythe, Michael Hamburger to Roger Deakin to Benjamin Britten, whose centenary it is this year.

Though Britten was born in Lowestoft, he lived in Aldeburgh for thirty years, and for a memorial visitors can scrumble along the beach to the giant scallop that was erected in his honour, though not without controversy. 

In 2004, Humphry Burton, who worked with Benjamin Britten, wrote in the Guardian that, "I am sad to report that for me (and many other residents) Ms Hambling's stainless steel motif, undeniably impressive when viewed from the east (ie the sea), carries no resonance on this flat and stony shore (with not a scallop shell in sight). The casual visitor is provided with no hint of its memorial nature. Moreover the line inscribed from Britten's opera - I hear those voices that will not be drowned - is an unfortunate one, reminding us that the fisherman Grimes was driven mad by his guilty conscience at having allowed three boy apprentices to die."

Craig Brown, writing in the Telegraph later that year said that, "Maggi Hambling claimed early on that the scallop was a tribute to Benjamin Britten, even though scallops are not found in Aldeburgh, and feature in none of Britten's operas. In fact, the scallop might just as well have been a tribute to Shakespeare, or Daffy Duck......"

However, despite petitions and umming and erring, the Scallop is still there and there is no other sculpture to honour Britten, who took inspiration from the sea and the wide open shingle beach. Freeman of Aldeburgh Benjamin Britten, was born in 1913 and died in 1976, lived and worked for ten years from 1947 on the front here, but then moved to the more peaceful Red House a mile or so inland.  This is now a place of pilgrimage and study, his studio is beautifully arranged, and there is a comprehensive exhibition of his life and influences.

The Red House, Aldeburgh

The Studio, in a converted hayloft

The Studio, as Britten worked in it in 1958

Britten composed many works here, including A Midsummer Night's Dream and the War Requiem, though sadly the noise of USAF jet training eventually drove him to work a further 25 miles inland, an ironic reflection on the noises of war and the peace of a requiem.

Rural and coastal Suffolk are relatively unspoilt. Avoiding Ipswich and Lowestoft is easy, and walking with a sense of the remoteness and wildness that Britten savoured is not difficult.  As W. G. Sebald wrote in "The Rings of Saturn" in 1992, "I have seldom felt so carefree....walking for hours in the day through the thinly populated countryside, which stretches inland from the coast."

I won't claim this is a timeless place, but perhaps time seems to go slower here than in some other parts of the country.  Narrow roads and lanes lead to and from villages, and modes of transport are not always the most modern. 

The beach at Dunwich is quiet, where in the thirteenth century there used to be the bustle of trade in one of England's largest ports, with a population of over 4,000.  Now there are fewer than fifty permanent residents, and the majority of the town has disappeared beneath the waves.

Paths through woodlands see little traffic:

and there is less still on the coastal marshes:

The main thoroughfares used to be the waterways, and sturdy vessels once carried produce to and from the Maltings at Snape:

Where now Britten lives on in the concert hall and festival:

A Henry Moore Sculpture outside the Maltings at Snape

Not all is romantic or beautiful. Even in Britten's lifetime there was the frightening bulk of Sizewell A, a magnox power station. This has since been decommissioned and is awaiting demolition, though scarily it started leaking a few years ago.  In the meantime, Sizewell B has reared its more elegant dome, and Sizewell C is now being planned.

In a way, however, this may preserve some of the isolation and tranquillity of the area, as this shape dominates the Minsmere RSPB reserve, and overshadows the ruins of the Leiston Abbey chapel near the beach, here seen with grazing Konik ponies.

And not far south of Aldeburgh the National Trust preserves the bleak shingles of Orford Ness, site made famous for testing elements of the first atomic bombs, though also a regular bombing range for the RAF and the USAF (those disturbing angels of Britten's peace).

This is an unforgiving area, but it has a certain romanticism in itself, with the sea spray and scouring wind, and strange buildings dotted amongst the vegetation and the birds.

Where bunkers now just shelter the dead fingers of forgotten dreams:

But it is not all bleak.  With an azure sky, the shingle shores are fine for holidaymakers, whether keen photographers:

ice cream tasters:

or smokers and drinkers:

There's another side to this part of the world, though, which also relates to Benjamin Britten.  Although he is famed for his Operas, and he was a prodigious composer, producing over 100 works from the age of fifteen or so until his death in his sixties, he was influenced by the churches around him, and by church music.  He had been taught by Frank Bridge, whose horror at the First World War and pacifist leanings would have affected Britten, who was a conscientious objector in the Second World War and who composed his War Requiem for the consecration of the new Coventry Cathedral in 1961, interweaving the poetry of Wilfred Owen with the Latin Mass.

The Parish Church of St Peter and St Paul, Lavenham

The churches of Suffolk are famous, and many are disproportionately large for the population they support. This was partly due to the wealth of their patrons, but also due to the desire to have large, well-lit naves for ceremonies and processions, hence the high ceilings and clerestory windows.

Holy Trinity, Blythburgh
The Cathedral of the Marshes

Holy Trinity is a very large church which stands on a hill above the marshes which slip away beside the river Blyth to Walberswick and Southwold.

It is 127 feet long and 54 feet wide, and there is a light and spacious feel to the interior which is added to by the flights of  angels singing us to our rest overhead (there were originally 20 - Cromwellian puritans may have seen to the removal of some of them, though decay may also have been responsible).  

These angels bear signs of the original paintwork (the roof is 15th century) but in the picture below you can see how one of the wings has been replaced.  Some of them also bear signs of lead shot, which was probably due to eighteenth century attempts to clear the church of jackdaws. 

Roof Angels in Holy Trinity Church, Blythburgh

There are many other churches in this area which contain angels such as these, or perched as part of hammer beams, though this is claimed by some to be one of the finest medieval churches in the land. Britten certainly came here, and, as with the coastscapes around, this must have informed his imagination.  Dana Bentley-Cranch and Rosalind K Marshall, (with the help of Edward Mayer) have put together a handbook and guide to the Roof Angels of the East Anglian Churches which is most informative and interesting.  [Please see the link to their website below.]

Britten's music is not to everyone's taste. I admit that my education and my ears are not always attuned to his work and sometimes prefer the lyricism of the English pastoral composers. But there is no denying the force and cohesion of Britten's work, and one thing I have picked up on this journey is how the limpid clarity of the Suffolk light seems to be reflected in Britten's voices, and how the smash and swirl of the sea on shingle undertows much of his orchestral sound. 

As part of the centenary celebrations, Peter Grimes on Aldeburgh Beach is being released in UK cinemas from Thursday, 5th September, and I am looking forward to this event. When performed in June the papers were full of praise: “one of the most exhilarating opera events I have experienced,” (Sunday Express); “a remarkable and surely unrepeatable achievement,” (The Guardian) and “an open-air production that fought the elements and won,” (The Times). The performances were filmed in June during the Aldeburgh Festival; Peter Grimes on Aldeburgh Beach, takes place in the heart of the town that inspired it and is the film interpretation of Peter Grimes, the most successful opera of post-war Britain. 

Based on George Crabbe’s 1810 poem The Borough, Britten’s evocation of the North Sea with its moods has become closely linked with the Aldeburgh that was home to Crabbe in the late 18th century and Britten in the 20th, and where both poem and opera were written.

"What harbour shelters peace

Away from tidal waves, away from storms?"

http://www.brittenaldeburgh.co.uk/

http://www.britten100.org/home

http://www.brittenpears.org/

http://www.roof-angels.org.uk/ 

http://www.rspb.org.uk/reserves/guide/m/minsmere/

PS:

It is not all about Britten.  When all is said and done, and when the centenary is over, there will still be tranquil places in Suffolk, like the Low House (King's Head) in Laxfield, so disapproved of by Crabbe, but not to be glossed over on a visit to this wonderful part of England.

But is Flaminius then the man alone

To whom the joys of swimming brains are known?

Lo! the poor toper whose untutor'd sense,

Sees bliss in ale, and can with wine dispense;

Whose head proud fancy never taught to steer

Beyond the muddy ecstasies of beer;

But simple nature can her longing quench,

Behind the settle's curve, or humbler bench:

George Crabbe:  from "Inebriety"