I visited the retro seaside town with no loud arcades or rides – but plenty of fantastic pubs

SEAGULLS glide peacefully overhead, waves lap gently on the shingle shore and locals natter as they stroll along, pulled forwards by their eager dogs. This is everything the British seaside should be. But something’s missing — and I’m not sure what. As I make my way up Aldeburgh’s promenade, soaking up the Suffolk sunshine, it...