There are all kinds of good reasons to go walking in Sudbury, in Suffolk. The water meadows:
The wildlife:
The achingly quaint archtecture, including silk weavers’ houses.
There are pill boxes – and I’m not sure if that mushroom-shped thing is a warning against nuclear attack, or an indication that some shrooming has been going in:
There are many passion fruits:
and VW campers, at least one of them for sale (18 grand seems to be about the going rate)
It may all seem a little bucolic, a little green and pleasant, but there's something that might make the journey to Sudbury a different proposition, if you’re a fan of Guy Debord’s psychogeography,
or of Scott Wallker’s later work,
is this house sign:
You couldn’t make it up. You don’t have to.
