Aldeburgh
Sandpit Farm - Country House B&B
Country House Bed & Breakfast, an idyllic and very peaceful place to stay. Relax and enjoy our grade II listed home set in 20 acres of meadows and garden hidden in the beautiful Alde valley. Comfortable en-suite bedrooms, scrumptious breakfasts.
The Brudenell
The Brudenell’s stylish AA two rosette restaurant offers guests a dining experience unique in Aldeburgh, with panoramic sea views of Aldeburgh beach and the spirited North Sea. Some guests have described the experience as similar to dining on a cruise liner!
The White Lion Hotel
The White Lion Hotel is situated on the seafront in Aldeburgh, opposite the shingle beach where fresh fish is still sold from wooden fishing huts. It combines a seafood restaurant and traditional restaurant all-in-one. The emphasis is very much on sourcing fresh seasonal produce, and this is evident in the hotel’s Taste of Suffolk menu.
The Wentworth Hotel
The Wentworth Hotel stands only a few yards from the beach at Aldeburgh, but has the style and comfort of a country house hotel. Owned and managed by the Pritt family since 1920, there are 35 comfortable and contemporary bedrooms. Spacious lounges with seaviews for the summer and open fires for the winter invite you to relax in comfort. On fine days, the two sea-facing terrace gardens offer sunny and sheltered seating for morning coffees, light lunches and cream teas. The candlelit restaurant with its daily changing menu has been awarded Two AA Rosettes.
A January Jaunt
Christmas 2007 is now over and yes, despite all my fears, it was a good Christmas. We spent time with family and friends, no one argued, the turkey was delicious and the cat wasn't sick! What more could I ask for?
Well........, it sounds terribly indulgent I know, but actually I could do with a quiet and peaceful holiday away from everyone. Long walks, bracing sea air, not too much to eat and somewhere cosy where I can curl up and read all those wonderful books I was given for Christmas.
Aldeburgh in old postcards
Despite sometimes alluded to as The Esplanade or The Parade, the main path that runs, with its continuations, for some 2 miles at the very edge of Aldeburgh's beach is modestly called Crag Path. Dame Millicent Fawcett, the campaigner for women's suffrage born in Aldeburgh in 1847, says it was not always called that. In her autobiographical 'What I Remember' she wrote, "I remember walking along the crag path at Aldeburgh - we always resisted with vehemence any Cockney attempt to call it The Esplanade, The Parade, or any such name."
The Aldeburgh Festival
Perhaps one of the greatest musical festivals in the world; the inspiration for The Aldeburgh Festival came in August 1947 when Benjamin Britten, Peter Pears, Eric Crozier and a group of around forty British artists - the English Opera Group - were travelling across Europe performing Benjamin Britten’s operas Albert Herring and The Rape of Lucretia to packed audiences in Belgium, Luxembourg, France and Switzerland.
The Sailors Path
A delightful five mile walk over heaths, through woods, and beside farmland with magnificent views over the Alde Estuary between the village of Snape and the coastal town of Aldeburgh.
Until a few hundred years ago the village of Snape was far larger than Aldeburgh, perhaps the reason for the well trodden path which runs between the two. Called The Sailors Path it gave seaman access to Aldeburgh, then a centre for both local and offshore fishing, boat building and of course a certain amount of smuggling.
Suffolk's Railways - A Short History
In 1846 Ipswich and Bury St Edmunds were linked to London by the new railways. The East Suffolk line now runs from Ipswich to Lowestoft, with a number of direct trains from Liverpool Street, London, each day. The first section of the line was opened in 1854 joining Halesworth to Beccles; five years later it was extended to Woodbridge, from where Eastern Counties Railway trains travelled to Ipswich and then to London.
In and Around Aldeburgh
There is some indefinable otherness about Aldebugh; perhaps it is the contrast between the middle class gentility of the town and the elemental power of the sea as it grasps and throws back the sand and shingle which make up the long, sometimes steeply shelving beach, or maybe it is the fantastic Suffolk skies, the clouds skudding across an azure sky, the deserted marshes peppered with the skeletons of long abandoned boats.
