Lost in Suffolk

We didn’t leave Cambridge until nearly 11 p.m., and we had no trouble on the A14 east to Felixstowe on the coast, but we believed the Google map John printed out before leaving home, which was a mistake. I meticulously guided John to the very street indicated on the map, but it was in the middle of a residential area and at about 1:30 a.m. we had to give it up as a lost cause and phone the hotel. The night porter is Hungarian, with not a lot of English. He managed to convey his incredulity that we did not look for a sea front hotel on Sea Front Road on the actual sea front (we had driven partway down that road but turned around as not matching the Google map). So we went to bed at about 2 a.m., got up at 9 for another Full English Breakfast minus the sausages, and then went back to bed until about 2 p.m. Or at least I did--after a nap John did his yoga on the beach and went for a dip.

Here is the view from our window, and here is John sitting on a bench on the promenade in front of our hotel. We went out for a walk along the beachfront and ate our last fish and chips until next year. The seawall is there for a reason, as this sign reminds us: we are not exactly next to the English Channel anymore, but on the verge of the North Sea. The ferries go to Hamburg, the Netherlands, and Denmark, I believe--here is a vessel of the Norfolk Line coming in from a crossing.