We spent the bank holiday weekend with Matt's family in Suffolk. It was a quiet time for the most part, but we did do some sightseeing on Sunday. We drove to Lavenham, a pretty little village that got very rich during the wool trade.
The streets Lavenham were full of tourists looking at the cottages. Although they're described as medieval, I would guess this one dates back to the late Tudor period.
This crooked house is painted Suffolk pink. Originally, pig's blood tinted the paint, but nowadays they use a less gruesome substitute.
Matt and his mom standing in front of a half-timbered cottage. Someone was watching television inside, which is unfortunate because we spent a good few minutes criticizing the plastic plants near the door.
I loved this street. It made me feel like I'd stepped inside an illustrated children's book or a Tim Burton set.
On one of the side streets, Matt and I came across a remarkably well-preserved water pump, which judging by the ornate ironwork probably dates back to the Victorian period. Of course, I could be wrong. It's only a guess!
After walking around the village, we liberated Barney from the car and took him for a walk. At the top of the hill is a fifteenth century church dedicated to St. Peter and St. Paul. We had a walk around and looked inside.
Matt being absolutely hi-lar-i-ous. Actually, I made him pose that way. It seemed funny at the time.
One of several stained glass windows inside the church. A lot of the embellishments and improvements in the church date back to the eighteenth century when people were getting rich off the wool. So the building is a strange mix of gothic and neo-gothic.
Outside the church grounds are beautifully tended, and you can see from the light in the picture that it was a really nice day. A little breezy but clear.
I'm not sure who these three crypts belonged to but they caught my eye.
Clare was our next stop. This shot is from the top of the motte, some 70 feet high, looking at the remains of the castle keep against the evening sky.
Walking down from the motte this time, still looking at the keep. The castle dates back to the thirteenth century. It was a pretty sleepy town. We didn't get a chance to walk to the Priory, which is apparently still in use, albeit for retreats.
The streets Lavenham were full of tourists looking at the cottages. Although they're described as medieval, I would guess this one dates back to the late Tudor period.
This crooked house is painted Suffolk pink. Originally, pig's blood tinted the paint, but nowadays they use a less gruesome substitute.
Matt and his mom standing in front of a half-timbered cottage. Someone was watching television inside, which is unfortunate because we spent a good few minutes criticizing the plastic plants near the door.
I loved this street. It made me feel like I'd stepped inside an illustrated children's book or a Tim Burton set. 
On one of the side streets, Matt and I came across a remarkably well-preserved water pump, which judging by the ornate ironwork probably dates back to the Victorian period. Of course, I could be wrong. It's only a guess!
After walking around the village, we liberated Barney from the car and took him for a walk. At the top of the hill is a fifteenth century church dedicated to St. Peter and St. Paul. We had a walk around and looked inside.
Matt being absolutely hi-lar-i-ous. Actually, I made him pose that way. It seemed funny at the time.
One of several stained glass windows inside the church. A lot of the embellishments and improvements in the church date back to the eighteenth century when people were getting rich off the wool. So the building is a strange mix of gothic and neo-gothic.
Outside the church grounds are beautifully tended, and you can see from the light in the picture that it was a really nice day. A little breezy but clear. 
I'm not sure who these three crypts belonged to but they caught my eye.
Clare was our next stop. This shot is from the top of the motte, some 70 feet high, looking at the remains of the castle keep against the evening sky.
Walking down from the motte this time, still looking at the keep. The castle dates back to the thirteenth century. It was a pretty sleepy town. We didn't get a chance to walk to the Priory, which is apparently still in use, albeit for retreats.
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