![]() ![]() ![]() I was intending to follow him on foot across the old railway bridge between Walberswick and Southwold, but when I realised just how far Sebald tramped to get there I had to turn back to the car.Īrriving in Southwold, the lighthouse was still as white and bright as Sebald describes. Aside from that brief moment of exhaustion on Dunwich Heath, fatigue is barely mentioned. I may have been driving as well as walking, but my day in Suffolk was enough to make clear the physical element of Sebald’s journey. Eventually he is “dead tired and ready to lie down anywhere”. Sebald gets lost on Dunwich Heath, suffering nightmarish visions of mazes that seem to resemble cross-sections of his brain. ‘I drifted into dark thoughts which echoed his, Sizewell nuclear power station lurking in the distance’. ![]()
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