““Sometimes, life becomes a painting all by itself.” ―
After a few days of rain and the feeling that summer was most definitely beginning the transition to autumn, we had the most beautiful day of weather, here on the Suffolk coast. It was a chilly start to the day but soon the sky turned blue and out came the sun to give us that summer feeling back. Kevin and I had been out at the shops and we were feeling hungry, so we decided to head over to Dingle Hill Tearooms, in the tiny beachside village of Dunwich.
As we meandered our way through the winding roads between our village and Dunwich, we took in the stunning landscapes and pretty villages that surround us. As much as that was a complete pleasure, it was when we reached the heathland area at Dunwich, that we were met by a landscape of rich purple. We had forgotten that the heather would be in bloom and that we would be greeted by a landscape of such vivid colour and cheer. We decided that this would be a place to take a little walk, to follow our imminent breakfast and I suggested also filming a couple of short videos for use on social media in talking with other people with Parkinson’s or chronic illness. My aim was to try to encourage people to get out and to connect with the environment and nature.
We continued to Dingle Hill Tearooms and we were, as ever, met with a polite, friendly and enthused welcome. The service at Dingle Hill Tearooms is always unobtrusive, friendly and helpful. We each had a full cooked breakfast; mine being the veggie option. Both breakfasts were incredibly tasty and portion size is always enough to leave us feeling full and delightfully satisfied. The outside seating areas were, at that time of day sparsely populated and the atmosphere was tranquil, calm and peaceful.
With one or two historic cottage rooftops in view, the surrounding gardens and the nearby forest trees layed out in the pretty vista, another pleasure at Dingle Hill tearooms is that nature visits you while you dine. First, butterflies and then, for most of the duration of our breakfasting, a very chubby, scraggy headed and probably elderly robin flew down from where he had been surveying our meal and was with us throughout breakfast. He would fly off every so often, for just a minute or two, but then would return and puff out his chest at the sound of our cooing over him. Actually, I say ‘him’ but I really do not know whether a robin with a red breast is male or female! Do you know? Answers in the comments below, please.
In addition to chatting with the lovely staff, at Dingle Hill tearooms, we were pleased to also get to say hello to lovely Amanda; co-owner of Dingle Hill tearooms. If ever you go there, I cannot say enough to recommend Amanda’s utterly delicious cakes; of which there are many. Another favourite of mine is a toasted stilton and mushroom sandwich. Sadly, I had to give up this treat as blue cheese interacts with my Parkinson’s medication and so is no longer a permitted part of my diet. Very ‘Bah Humbug’!
As we finally left the tearooms, we headed back up through the tiny, ancient village. Dunwich has a fascinating history and so I would recommend that you look it up online and, if possible, maybe one day make a visit yourself. From there, we were soon driving alongside the stunning purple heathland. We pulled into a parking area and got out for a short walk. The ground was quite uneven, but my walking stick offered me that ability to maintain my balance. I am falling less, these days, due to the increased level of my medication but the walking stick is essential on rough terrain such as the heathland as, just within minutes of walking, my right leg becomes difficult to maneuvre over bumpy ground.
There is not a lot that I want to say about the landscape. My main response to being somewhere so beautiful is to simply smile and feel content and to also be reminded of my love for Scotland. Though hundreds of miles away, Scotland is a place that I hold very dear in my heart and coming to see the expanse of purple heather at Dunwich connects me to memories of the Scottish Highlands; of their own exceptional splendour when carpeted in the richest purple of the bountiful heather that spans the Scottish highland landscape. I find this therapeutic, healing and the trigger for inner peacefulness.
Here are a few snapshots I took from the walk. You will find a video that I made of the purple heather, at my other website http://www.focusedfriends.com. These photos don’t really convey the breath-taking vastness of this scenery, but I hope it will offer a glimpse into what had been a most lovely morning.
(C) Deano Parsons. 2020.