Property News · March 1, 2013

Let's move to Bungay, Suffolk


This is a town where time stands still – and where anything might happenWhat’s going for it? There is a peculiarly Suffolk version of the Bermuda Triangle round these parts. In the Waveney valley time slows to a trickle. Is it a trick of the clock? Does the landscape run to the pace of the reedy river, oozing, taking its time to the North Sea? Bungay, guarding the neck of a meander, seems so languid that chronology is pointless. This is a town that’s fallen down the back of the sofa. All sorts of peculiar things end up here. Like Julian Assange who, before he holed up in the Ecuadorian embassy, chose to squirrel himself away in Bungay. They still have shops selling wicker baskets.Strange things happen everywhere, but Bungay seems blessed with a propensity toward the odd and unexplained. Like the devil that appeared at a church service in the form of a black dog during a thunderstorm in the 16th century, murdering two (you can still see its clawmarks on the stone in nearby Blythburgh church); or the great fire of 1688, cause still disputed; or the much-reported football match last year composed entirely of team members called Bungay. I don’t know. Maybe I’ve had too much of the local St Peter’s Porter. Continue reading…

Source : theguardian.com
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