Today was the first time I've visited Dunwich, Suffolk. It has held a fascination over me since I first heard of it - former capital of East Anglia, lost beneath the waves. The fact that it shares its name with one of HP Lovecraft's many haunted and decrepit locales gives it an added thrill.
A friend and I watched the midsummer sun break over the sea from Dunwich beach. We weren't alone - at some point another group appeared to watch the daybreak, several members offering a libation to the waves.