Dear Ipswich, I trust you are well.
Ipswich was where I was born 50 years ago.
I’ve since moved away, and spent longer living out of it than I spent growing up there, and yet, Ipswich is, and always will be, my home town.
I love Ipswich. It will always be my home.
I love that this town by the river, a stones throw from the sea, has always had a heart and soul. To some it’s about the football team, to others it’s about the waterfront, for a long time it seemed to be the go-to with London commuters. But the heart and soul of the real community has always been there, even through the lean footballing success years, when the waterfront was less loved, and when ‘yuppies’ seem to overspill from the city. Still, the community spirit survived.
Coming back to Ipswich these days is an absolute delight, witnessing the vibrancy of the culture that’s growing, the art, and music scene, the diverse and rich eateries, the theatre, all offer so much to the town. It’s a place to be proud of, a place that has its own character. I love Ipswich. It will always be my home.
