dibleydo - Su Laws Baccino's website

  This is Su Laws Baccino's website.

November 2009

 1943

2005

2009 with my three gorgeous grandchildren

I was born in the Suffolk market town of Saxmundham, where I lived until the family moved 

St John the Baptist Church, Saxmundham, is said to be built on the site of an earlier Saxon Church and has portions dating from 1250.

to Luxembourg

then Stockholm. The capital of Sweden, is protected from the open seas by an archipelago of thousands of islands and islets. A city built on water.

then London

The Houses of Parliament

 Dulwich College

The Tollgate, Dulwich, is the last historic tollgate in London to remain in use. It was constructed in 1789 by John Morgan who built a road from the top of the hill to fields he rented from Dulwich College. He charged a toll on people who passed through his land, and on their animals. After his death the College continued to charge.

Later I worked and lived in Italy before returning again to London.

 Torre Pellice - where the headquarters of the Waldesian Evangelical Church are situated. The earliest Waldensians believed in poverty and austerity, promoting true poverty, public preaching and the personal study of the scriptures. The sect originated in the late 12th century as the Poor Men of Lyons, a band organized by Peter Waldo, a wealthy merchant of Lyon, who gave away his property around 1177 and went about preaching apostolic poverty as the way to perfection.

San Bartolomeo del Cervo - described by Franco Ferrero in

Cervo and the sea
Rather than “Cervo and the sea” it may be better to say, “Cervo is the sea”. What else is this village of mariners, if not a tall ship ready for launching, a winged vessel made of salt-bitten stone, hoisting from high up its baroque mainsail – the Corallini church – decisively pointing to the open sea? Cervo was born out of the breakers into the surf under the lashing south-west wind, it rose from the iridescent foam of the sea that was blown uphill century after century, patiently moulding every rock, until the dream turned to complete reality; for this is Cervo: a dream made of stone and seawater. And Man. The man of yester-year, who went through centuries, through millennia of struggle and adventure on the seven seas, strong with his bitter, salt-tasting faith, rich with the extraordinary epos of the coral fishermen; those fishermen who, for centuries on end, each springtime set sail from here to bravely challenge the perils of the sea and the “Turkish” feluccas. This man has braved and conquered bare-handed the oceans of the whole world. Cervo has seen its children setting sail since time immemorial, and one can safely claim that here no home exists, in which at least one of the men isn’t, or hasn’t been seaman; fisherman, boatswain, captain or sailor on frail sailing boats promoting him “Capehorner” on the antipodal seas; his kit consisting of a sack and a hammock, and away he went to the big adventure. Of these men only sentimental memories remain, secretly concealed in model ships, now sitting demurely, half-hidden in drawing rooms, to tell those who are able to listen of times and men who will no longer return. Those were the “People of the sea”. And for those seafarers returning to land no other home could be there, but a home built by the sea in a village which tastes of salt, where the houses stand trimmed by the head and still unfurl from their balconies foresails and burgees, eagerly running to the sea that is waiting beneath, and a breath is enough to feel like the sea is washing the shady lanes with its foam, like blood boiling in the veins. This is a dream called Cervo, made of memories, hopes, wind, of sails under the stars, of albatross flying high in the sky, of bitter stone lovingly polished by the tide of the centuries in an ever renewed embrace, of rustling and caresses in the moonlight, of foaming ripples shivering in the breeze, of sensuous summer languors, of powerful breakers forever stating an ownership to which Cervo abandons itself completely: Cervo belongs to the sea, Cervo is the sea.

 Diano Marina

For a virtual tour of the beautiful Bay of Diano Marian go to www.dianomarinavirtuale.com/territorio/TourWeaver_tour.html

I always longed to return to my East Anglian roots, and more than anything, live by the sea.

I now live in Aldeburgh on the Heritage Coast with my three companions two small poodles, and Momsie the cat, rescued from Battersea Dogs Home. (Below: Aldeburgh beach.)

For those interested: Diana Hughes' new illustrated history of Aldeburgh, 
ALDEBURGH REVISITED: A Portrait of a Seaside Town.

This is the room where I write

The ideas for the poems, prose and artwork on this website come from my love of people and places. I aim to create great atmosphere and strong images. Inspiration comes from the beach, the sea, and the raw, unspoilt view across the marshes behind my home. Most importantly I try to reflect both the serious and sunny side of my character.