Marshes, Black Shuck & a Wuffinga king

A liminal encounter with Holy Trinity church Blythburgh

The A12’s bisection of Blythburgh could easily destroy any atmosphere this important village might retain. But walking down Church Road, a sense of expectation builds. Then the roar of traffic fades away and a shudder passes through you. Before you stands a church of unexpected grandeur and presence: Holy Trinity church is truly a cathedral of the marshes; it stands sentinel on high ground, overlooking the River Blyth; a church has likely occupied this site for 1,400 years. For me, this is Suffolk’s finest ecclesiastical site – a perfect mix of history, location, architecture and ‘spirit of place’.