
The House in the Clouds
Apologies the formatting of this post seems to have gone a bit haywire!
A few days ago I was in Suffolk for a short holiday. It was cold, wet and windy but one day we braved the weather and walked along the beach north from Aldeburgh finally reaching a few rather battered seaside bungalows. But beyond them, on the other side of the dunes we entered another world entirely: a fantasy village that seemed to have escaped from an early Disney Film about “Olde England.”
This was Thorpeness, a place that was largely the vision of one man, G.Stuart Ogilvie, and I found myself smiling as we wandered round realising what fun he must have had creating Britain’s first planned seaside resort.

These days there’s only one famous Mrs Richmond – my friend the media star Advolly – but I hate to tell her she has, or at least had, a rival!

A little way along the Thames from Marble Hill which I wrote about last week is perhaps the most important of those 18th century riverside sites: the last remaining part of the villa, grotto and garden built on the banks of the Thames by the poet Alexander Pope in the 1720s.


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