Shot from the dunes, the marram grass warm in the last of the light, Southwold arranges itself into the middle distance — lighthouse, pier, rooftops, a sky doing something spectacular behind all of it. The kind of evening that earns the walk.
Shot from the dunes, the marram grass warm in the last of the light, Southwold arranges itself into the middle distance — lighthouse, pier, rooftops, a sky doing something spectacular behind all of it. The kind of evening that earns the walk.