Dear Ipswich, I trust you are well.
Ipswich! It wasn’t always home, but it’s become a place I hold dear.
Those early memories – hopping on the bus from Felixstowe, the thrill of arriving at the cattle market, and adventures galore. From the quirky lifts at Footman and Corders to the Aladdin’s cave of tools at Martin and Newby.
Then there are the people. The characters, the friendly banter, the unique Ipswich accent. Christmas lights and tress that spark debate, twinkling debates, the architecture all woven together by the folks who make Ipswich tick.
Being on breakfast radio, I got to know the town even better. Passing the Greyhound, exploring the beautiful parks, and feeling the history beneath our feet. From lifelong residents to newcomers, everyone plays a part in this vibrant town. we walk in the steps of English history.
We can debate, argue and laugh, enjoy dance, music and theatre, eat well, eat Suffolk and drink merry – toasting the tractor boy heroes past, present and dream big for the future.
There’s so much to love about Ipswich – the arts, the sports, the rich history. But most of all, it’s the people who make Ipswich, Ipswich. And that’s something worth shouting about! This microcosm of life, the love of its people past, present and future.
