We had a wonderful couple of days in Suffolk: a rapid decompression that, afterwards, felt more like it had been a week. We arrived at the farm Sunday evening, around sunset, and were welcomed by Ben and Starter. There was a huge pot of split pea curry steaming over a fire. We had a look around at some of the wonderful things happening in this place: the market garden, the polytunnels, the pond with Indian runner ducks, the cabin and yurts, and the huge meadow where we pitched our tents. As it got dark, we gathered around the fire, and ate masses. Hot chocolate, and whisky, were passed around, and stories shared.
Three of us had set off from e5 in the morning: Luke, Sarah, and Anthony. It was beautiful weather, with sunshine and tailwinds as promised, and we made distance quickly enough to afford a detour to tiny Edwardstone to try some wild and mixed fermentation sour beers at a quietly radical pub. The roads, fields, towns, and villages we rode through were beautiful, and we started to plot next year’s ride on the way. We joined the others (there were 12 of us in all) at Needham Market and rode together for the last section to the Farm.
Monday’s ride to Dunwich—after a breakfast of soaked oats, berries, compote, kefir, bread, eggs, and lots of coffee—became a foragers’ journey, as we were frequently distracted by things glimmering in the Suffolk hedgerow: constant blackberries, plums, sloes, apples and pears, and wild hops. Saddlebags and pockets were stuffed with whatever we could carry.
After a jump in the sea to refresh, and drying off in the sun, we ended up in the beer garden of the Ship Inn with a few pints and many plates of fish and chips. All that was left was a short ride to the station and a sleep on the train, trying not to think about what Liverpool Street was going to be like during Monday rush hour.
e5 Delivery Rider