Rambling Around Magnificent Orford and River Ore



Peek-a-boo at the ancient cold war remnants, alkali flat and varied species of birds while trekking on the East Anglian Coast. The balmy ambiance, cheerful temperament and the radiant zenith adds more delight to this spot. After a long while, I had been to this place and was very excited to meander alongside the bricked homes, Dutch gables of the antique Suffolk port clogged up with sedimentary materials from direct access to the sea for the last 400 years.

I went along the streets wherever it took me; subsequently I reached near the car park of the Jolly Sailor alongside the Orford Quay. Being hungry, my nose smelled the aroma coming from the Sole Bay Cheese Company, I had a healthy brunch of meal and then stepped on the sea wall trails.

The rocky shore of the River Ore experienced flow of curvy waves and the clanking halyards arousing from the southeast winds triggered shrieks of black gulls. The ten-mile long debris spit of Orford Ness segregates this surging narrow river by the sea. This inundating flow overwhelmed my restlessness caused by uninterrupted walks round the terrain.

Rejuvenate your stressed senses by backpacking your knapsack and head ahead in this tranquil destination which facilitates for eye-soothing sights. Far-flung Suffolk coast is nestled appropriately for experimenting with Armageddon arms and ammunition. Also the pagoda-roofed laboratories where the nuclear testing is conducted are placed on the low horizon. Ahead of it lies the black colored grey block building which in the past secluded and ensured the safety of top secret site code known as ‘Cobra Mist.’

The large iron shields helped in keeping aloof the techniques of the leaning radio waves round the curvy Earth useful in scrutinizing Soviet rocket launches. The glittering shimmer of red and green was just too spectacular fascinating display of nature that grabbed my eye-balls, later I went ahead and discovered that it was because of the mineral salt that had brimmed over the periphery of Ore and brooks. This lustrous shine enticed the lapwings and they turned to the cornfields blaring in hoarse voices. Noticing   this, oystercatchers arrived in swift surreptitious manner to catch hold of them.

While I was lying in the Slaughden beach and catching sights from different viewpoints, the beige-colored cylinder of the Martello tower seemed to be stooping and offered for glancing the roofs of Aldeburgh. These splendid sights spell-bound my vision and I became unwilling to separate myself from this magnificent beach. But, as there was forfeiture for rambling back to home on foot through the farmlands which were dotted with heaps of corn and potatoes and for gratis by cars, I had to return back.

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