famous residents;
lovely fresh fish;
the mutilated corpses of lovely fresh fish (is this a de-winged skate?);
a shingly beach, which is quite enjoyable both in long-shot
and in close-up;
a truly terrible monument, by Maggi Hambling, to one of its famous residents (it is in the inept form of several slightly broken scallop shells: the quotation sheared through its edge is from Britten's Peter Grimes, and so refers to two of Aldeburgh's famous residents, but the monument is mainly aimed at Britten);
and clinging vines which take little pocks off the paint they cling to.
It was a great place: the good second-hand bookshop sold me David Garnett's Aspects of Love, which was both good, because it was a book by Garnett I hadn't read, and bad, because it turned out to be awful. Ah well.
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