Friday, 11 September 2009

The Mere at Thorpness

Thorpness is in Suffolk and has a boating lake called the Mere full of fetching swans a stones throw from the beach. We were invited to a wedding here back in 2003 but couldn't come because we had just run away to France for a year. It transpired that much fun was had by all and the wedding party took boats across the Mere to one of the islands. An auntie of the bride brought three of her 8 dogs who did as dogs do and shook themselves dry all over nearby strangers in expensive wedding outfits. The London supplier of chemical props fell in the Mere with afformentioned in pockets and everyone had to get honestly drunk. 

I didn't take a picture of the Mere but you can see some here on flickr and it's definitely worth checking out the nearby house in the clouds which can be rented.

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