The Blackshore justifies a book to itself! This is the name given to the half mile of black–tarred fishing huts and old sheds along Southwold Harbour on the Suffolk coast. The quay dates back to the 15th century and one story is that the name derives from the black-stained earth along the coaling wharf. It’s a place which manages to remain timeless despite the paradoxes of modern yachts alongside dilapidated fishing craft, tourists mingling with old salts working on their boats, and day trippers buying fresh seafood from a shed which a fishing family have run for generations. Wherever you turn there’s a view to be sketched or painted, and it’s my favourite place in England.