Why Lowestoft? I find myself asking!

This was the question in my mind whilst exploring this town this morning.  It is not the most picturesque places I have ever been too, but I suppose my being located quite close to the docks also doesn’t help. But it is just the name doesn’t sound like music to my ears – the town looks like the name sounds – just a little awkward.  I also try and tell myself not to judge a book by its cover and the people here might make up for what the town lacks, sadly I haven’t experienced that.  However to give them the benefit of the doubt, it is school holidays and the people I have encountered may not all be Lowestoftians, but in general, and I have to admit to generalizing as I have also met some lovely people here, but I have found the folk around just a little unpolished and at times quite uncouth. Trying hard not to sound like my late father who was well known for his intolerance of the masses, but I am finding out more and more I am my fathers daughter.

I am sure from a British perspective, this place is a perfect seaside holiday town.  The beaches are long and and have the ratio of 50/50 beachsand/stones.  I think for sailors it is a perfect little mecca with flattish water and nice fresh winds.  A regatta has been taking place the whole time I have been here and has helped alleviate the boredom of this town.  There is not much to do here so again I ask myself the question why Lowestoft? My answer – it was the closest little seaside town from Saxmundham and thought it would be a pleasant break before I started work in earnest this week – I can cross it off as a town I have visited but don’t think I will add it to my must do again list.  But I have also made it my mission to find some beauty every where I go.  Sunrises over the ocean in the morning are very pretty and I find the little 2 up houses with all their chimneys quite quaint.