The Little town by the sea

This will probably describe a countless number of small towns in England. Rows of red brick houses with slanted roofs and flower pots on the window sill, lining small streets that never go straight for too long. Walking is a charm in England, I have discovered. May be the similarity in the tree lines walks with my hometown gives a feeling of kinship with the place. Beauty not-with-standing, life in this little towns is slow and sleepy.

So to break the monotony during the weekend, me and my better half has taken to exploring the country side around us. Last weekend our travels took us to Felixtowe. With still a limited amount of daylight available to us, we decided to hop onto a bus and see a little bit of countryside on the way. After a scenic tour of about half an hour we were let off in the Felixtowe town centre. As all town centers go, this one too has cobblestone walkway lined with shops with small park areas with wooden benches.

After a little exploration around the town centre, we headed off towards the sea. If you have been Pondicherry you will know how Felixtowe opens up to the sea - suddenly. You take a turn and suddenly see the sea over the house tops. Then we are walking down a steep road that suddenly stops smack on the side of the wharf, where the sea is busy smacking the pebbles.

There is something about the sound of waves that soothes me, i can't explain. But the constant swishing of the water breaking and receding and breaking again has an amazing attraction for me. Felixtowe doesn't really have a beach as one would think of it- its more like a wharf with a gradual incline, with a walkway running along the water for miles and miles.

We walked along this with a bunch of other people who were taking advantage of this slightly warmer and sunny winter day. As the sun started to go down and the wind got cooler, we decided to cut short our walk and return home. All in a all a beautiful day in a small town by the sea.