Bookings in holiday parks in Suffolk have increased considerably following the success of the Netflix film The Dig. The film by director Simon Stone was released in May this year and has already received a score of 87% on Rotten Tomatoes as well as 73% on Metacritic. The plot is largely based on the real-life discovery of the Anglo-Saxon ship-burial at Sutton Hoo. The ship is considered to be one of the most important recent archaeological findings in Britain, containing valuable Anglo-Saxon artefacts.
Ralph Fiennes and Carey Mulligan star in the historical film which takes place near the real excavation site in Suffolk. The Dig has become so successful that many people have decided to spend their holidays in Suffolk, taking in the magnificent coastline, pretty local villages and beautiful natural reserves.
Holiday bookings spike in Suffolk where the film took place
Holiday parks have noticed a large increase in bookings due to the popularity of the film. Many holidaymakers have chosen to stay in accommodations along the coast. According to Park Holidays UK the stunning landscapes shown in The Dig have inspired people to visit their Suffolk parks. There are five parks by Park Holidays UK in various locations on the coast, which offer the perfect sea-side holiday spot with a bit of history.
Park Holidays UK director Tony Clish explains: “Our Suffolk parks have always had a large and loyal following, but Netflix has done a magnificent job in publicising this enchanting area to a much wider audience. Our staff are being briefed so that they can advise guests on where to go to discover the filming locations used by Netflix both along the coast and inland.”
Apparently, some guests have even started their own little excavations. Clish noticed that “people seem to have been doing a bit of digging themselves, and identified our parks as among the best placed for making scenic discoveries.”
Is The Dig based on a real story?
The digging is inspired by the story of amateur archaeologist Basil Brown who makes an amazing discovery on the land of Edith Pretty. The ship burial war largely undisturbed when it was discovered and is thought to be the burial place of Rædwald of East Anglia. The finding was so significant that experts have been excavating the surrounding areas ever since.
Many historical facts in the show are accurate, however some things were changed for dramatic purposes. Rory Lomax (Johnny Flynn), for example, is a fictional character, which makes his relationship with Peggy Preston, played by Lily James, fictional as well. Besides Rory Lomax all other characters in The Dig are based on real people who were a part of the story in the late 1930s. Some dramatic scenes such as the one where a burial mound nearly collapses on Basil are not historically documented.
Among the treasures that were found in the burial ship at Sutton Hoo were a shield and a sword. The film not only offers some insights to a fascinating story, but also shows the true beauty of the stunning landscapes in Suffolk.
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How do respond to crises? This is the fundamental question behind Toronto-based songwriter Tamara Lindeman’s fifth studio album as the Weather Station, Ignorance. The title of the album might give the impression that the 36-year-old has arrived at a less-than-heartening conclusion, but in the process of working through different types of conflict, she has also crafted a shimmering collection of songs that tap into feelings of profound grief and existential wonder. Expanding her palette through an array of synths, strings, and percussion hinting at 80s sophistipop and modern folk-rock, the project’s new sonic direction smoothly complements the richness and complexity of Lindeman’s writing, which continues to look inwards but is infused with a new kind of openness. The album elegantly oscillates between the personal and the universal, at times wringing beauty out of heartbreak but more often interested in simply being in tune with it, and by extension, the world around her – a world on the brink of unprecedented environmental catastrophe. The fact that Lindeman has always sung with her whole heart and an open-eyed curiosity only makes her refusal to succumb to indifference all the more powerful.
Freeform jazz, post-rock, and the Jewish tradition of klezmer all make up Black Country, New Road’s riveting stylistic blend, but you’re more likely to appreciate the London band’s creative spirit by paying attention to the contributions of each the band’s members, from vocalist Isaac Wood’s often absurd yet impassioned musings to Lewis Evans’ frantic saxophone and Georgia Ellery’s sweeping violin; Charlie Wayne’s agile drumming, Tyler Hyde’s menacing bass, and May Kershaw’s twitchy synths also form the backbone of the unnerving opening track and provide startling dynamics throughout the album. Though there seem to be virtually no limits to the band’s musical instincts, all seven members are perpetually in sync with one another, carrying momentum even when their incendiary crescendos come closer to approximating uncontrollable chaos. For the first time serves as a dazzling display of the heights that music can reach, even if it ultimately leaves you with more questions than answers – and 
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Katy Kirby’s debut album, Cool Dry Place, is a shimmering and heartfelt collection of songs that spring from a place of radiant intimacy. “I tap twice on your doorframe and you let me in/ I tap twice on your forehead and a heart appears,” she sings softly on ‘Tap Twice’, while the title track sees her repeating the question, “Can I come over? Is it too late? Would you keep me in a cool, dry place?” With lyrics that feel personal even when she assumes an outside perspective (‘Juniper’, ‘Fireman’), Kirby has such a delicate way of capturing everyday moments of beauty and poetry that the codes of communication she comes up with in the process – her “secret language” – feel both new and familiar, wonderfully complex yet approachable. ‘Cool Dry Place’ opens with the lines “just another episode of tenderness/ in a long, long string of similar events,” and Kirby’s gift lies in the ability to hold each of them still just long enough so she can trace a line between them.
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In the summer of 2019, New York songwriter Cassandra Jenkins was ready to join David Berman on his comeback tour as Purple Mountains, only to find herself mourning his loss mere days later. On ‘Ambiguous Norway’, a highlight from her magnificent second album An Overview on Phenomenal Nature, we find her landing in Oslo, unsure what to do with the now purposeless tour outfit that’s arrived in the mail. Returning to New York after having started work on the album in Norway, she collaborated with producer Josh Kaufman to flesh out its seven songs. As a whole, the record is less about processing that particular moment in time than it is about learning how to navigate and grapple with the nature of change. Sifting through the light haze of the instrumentals like a sunray peaking through the clouds, her tone remains conversational yet gentle, her writing as perceptive as it is affecting. “Empty space is my escape/ It runs through me like a river,” she sings on ‘Crosshairs’, yet there’s a comfort in the subtle ways she tries to fill that space, lifting the paddle out of the water only to appreciate the view around her.
2019’s hauntingly beautiful Ghosteen may have been the final installment in what Nick Cave has described as a trilogy of albums, but the glimmers of hope that seeped through its serene, ethereal soundscapes gave way to no real conclusion. Once again eschewing narrative conventions for a more impressionistic style of writing, Cave’s new album with longtime Bad Seed and close collaborator Warren Ellis is similarly if not more amorphous as he circles back to familiar motifs that have been prevalent throughout his career. On Ghosteen he was “a lonely rider across the sky,” and here he keeps referring to “that kingdom in the sky,” some eternally bright light we’re all ceaselessly pursuing. Written during the early stages of lockdown, Cave and Ellis’ first non-soundtrack album as a duo leans into the stark minimalism of their recent material while pushing their sound – sometimes tentatively, sometimes more aggressively – into bold new territory. Far from a nostalgic release, Carnage reckons with themes of death, suffering, and the apocalypse through a lens that’s more suited to both Cave’s personal and artistic trajectory and the current state of the world.
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Two years ago, black midi captured the attention of virtually everyone interested in rock music of the more adventurous variety with their ferocious, boundary-pushing debut, Schlagenheim. The London art-rockers don’t sacrifice one bit of their chaotic ethos on their sophomore full-length, but their focus does shift significantly. Though as restless and unpredictable as its predecessor, Cavalcade shows a band willing to introduce more structure and atmosphere into their normally improvisational style, though it’s not its harmonic elements that stand out as much as the music’s intentionality and nuance. ‘Diamond Stuff’ seems less concerned with quickly ratcheting up tension or catching the listener off guard than the simple but delicate act of building mood, while ‘Slow’ is as ominous as it is hyperactive, balancing technical precision with a propulsive edge and ultimately erupting in a whirlwind of frantic guitars and screeching saxophone. Cavalcade does have some unusually straightforward moments, but in “relentlessly trying to untie our knots, of rivers and roads that defy all sense,” as guitarist and de facto frontman Geordie Greep sings on the gentle ‘Marlene Dietrich’, the music only becomes more complex and elusive.
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Sixteen years after their beloved 2005 LP Superwolf, guitarist Matt Sweeney and singer-songwriter Will Oldham have returned with Superwolves, billed not just as a follow-up but a direct sequel to its predecessor. It’s perhaps no surprise that they’ve managed to recapture that same energy – their nearly 25-year-old friendship has only sharpened their ability to play off each other’s strengths, becoming the sole constant character throughout the album’s loose and ambiguous narratives. But Superwolves is also marked by a newfound sense of vitality and purpose: these are crisp, buoyant songs that eschew the introverted, solitary qualities often associated with the singer-songwriter tag without stripping away the unique intimacy that can arise from it. There’s still a lot to unpack, but the ease with which the two artists exchange ideas is accompanied by songwriting that, at its core, is stronger and more direct than before, relying on emotional impact rather than ambivalence. “Got no friends, got no home/ There must be a someone I can turn to,” Oldham sings on highlight ‘There Must Be Someone’; Sweeney steps in for a brief solo halfway through, but his playing remains less an answer than a constant, reassuring presence.
There’s an undeniable urgency to Sons of Kemet’s music that’s a key component of every one of Shabaka Hutchings’ projects, but here it’s also informed by a heightened political consciousness that comes through both in their propulsive compositions and conceptual ambitions. The improvisational jazz quartet’s latest release, Black to the Future, is the most powerful and pertinent expression of their unique dynamic to date. Twin drummers Edward Wakili-Hick and Tom Skinner provide a rhythmic backbone that not only gives the music a nervous quality but also makes it feel rooted to the earth, while tuba player Theon Cross casts a heavy, ominous cloud over the proceedings. But it’s Hutchings’ layers of clarinet and saxophone that light the fire, one that takes many different forms throughout the duration of the LP. Following 2018’s Your Queen Is a Reptile and recorded in the midst of last year’s Black Lives Matter protests, Black to the Future is fuelled by a similar sense of purpose: to “redefine and reaffirm what it means to strive for Black power,” as Hutchings writes in the liner notes. And it does so with tenacity and fervour, presenting a radical vision of the future built on the foundations of the past.
John Ross has been steadily expanding Wild Pink’s sound and vision with each album, and A Billion Little Lights is the project’s most cohesive and inviting effort to date. Recorded with producer David Greenbaum, the follow-up to 2018’s Yolk in the Fur incorporates more sweeping layers of bright, glossy synths to match Ross’ ambition, deftly balancing not just the sounds but also the romantic grandeur of heartland synth-rock with the sensitivity and warmth of late 2000s indie. Refreshingly, the band’s decision to broaden their horizons feels like more than just a default artistic move. Inspired by Carl Sagan’s Cosmos among various other works that he’s gracious enough to reference in his lyrics, Ross uses the album’s sprawling aesthetic as a canvas through which to grapple with the infinite expanse of the universe and his own place in it. Because it straddles the line between fantasy and nostalgia, the result feels both familiar and out of reach, as if chasing a vision that’s yet to fully materialize. When it does, one can only hope it captures the same magical splendour that this album naturally exudes.
It’s almost impossible not to recognize some part of yourself in Julien Baker’s music. The Tennessee singer-songwriter offered an easy way in, laying her demons bare on her 2015 debut, Sprained Ankle, before coating her self-lacerating lyrics in the refined minimalism of 2017’s breakout Turn Out the Lights. Little Oblivions embraces a full-band sound and expands her palette in bolder and more noticeable ways than its predecessor did, but rather than hiding behind the additional layers of instrumentation – most of which Baker handled herself – she uses them to carve out new spaces that accentuate not just the bracing intimacy of her songwriting but also its emotional intensity and depth. Underneath it all is a self-aware portrait of survival in the midst of personal crisis, and if there’s a battle the album proves she’s won, it’s that of staying true to yourself – even when you’re not exactly sure what that entails, or where it leaves you. If her music continues to serve as a conduit for catharsis, it’s in tracing that journey – not necessarily relating to the trauma itself – that it retains a visceral resonance.
Before expanding into a trio with Ben Cruz on guitar and Emerson Hunton on drums, Moontype was the solo project of singer-songwriter Margaret McCarthy, and a handful of songs on their remarkable debut album, Bodies of Water, are reworkings from 2018’s spare Bass Tunes, Year 5. Throughout the album, the group’s diverse musical sensibilities and palpable chemistry elevate McCarthy’s intimate songwriting, which largely reflects on the changing nature of friendships; how susceptible they are to forces beyond our control, and how the need for them never really goes away. She makes interesting connections between people and landscape: “I’m thinking about the world as being alive, like, geologically, but I’m also thinking about people and relationships and emotional change. And I think that those two things kind of melded inside me somewhere,” she explained in our interview. In a similar way, the band’s fusion of styles evokes a yearning for connection through transcendent choruses that wash over you like a tide, but they’re equally capable of crafting a sticky hook as they are jumping into jazzy, math-rock territory. Whichever direction they move towards, Moontype retain an earnestness that’s echoed in their quietly unassuming yet powerfully evocative music.
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On her sophomore full-length, BABii sets out to convey the full scope of her ambition and establish herself as a dynamic creative force in her own right, not just as a collaborator (in addition to releasing the exhilarating XYZ as part of the GLOO collective with Iglooghost and Kai Whiston, she also had a hand in Iglooghost’s own sophomore LP Lei Line Eon). Both musically and conceptually, MiiRROR is a step above her debut HiiDE, carving out an expansive narrative world that’s rooted in fantasy as much as self-reflection; BABii digs through the wasteland of childhood memory to find it’s filled with both imaginary beings and strange artefacts. Where HiiDE focused on the dissolution of a romantic relationship, MiiRROR fixates on her difficult, on-and-off relationship with maternal figures and the absence they’ve left behind. Inspired by her reconnecting with her mother for the first time in 15 years, she confronts that personal struggle with striking directness on songs like ‘WASTE’ and ‘TRACKS’ while pushing her sound forward. The musical world BABii inhabits might be one defined by escapism, but few artists are able to combine a knack for world-building with deeply personal storytelling the way she does on MiiRROR.
Though Build a Problem marks dodie’s first full-length release, the 25-year-old British singer-songwriter, born Dorothy Miranda Clark, has established a strong online presence with nearly 2 million subscribers on her main YouTube channel, and her three independently released EPs – 2016’s Intertwined, 2017’s You, and 2019’s Human – went on to reach the UK pop charts. One thing both her videos and her music have in common is that they both can feel like soul-baring admissions of vulnerability. Throughout her career, she’s channeled that intimacy through lush folk pop built around soft vocals and plucky acoustic guitars, and her debut LP is no different – this time, though, the variations in sound and mood also reflect the contradictions and inner battles she often speaks about in her discussions of mental health. Working with producer Joe Rubel as well as a 13-piece orchestra, dodie uses the extra space to experiment with different styles and structures as the album delves into darker, more dramatic territory, adding rich, complex layers to her explorations of self-worth, shame, and internal conflict.
‘Collapsed in Sunbeams’, the title track that also opens Arlo Parks’ debut album, is a spoken-word piece that not only establishes Parks’ poetic lyricism, but also reveals the way she tends to approach her narrative subjects: she starts by establishing her point of view (“I see myself…”), before bringing others in (“We’re all learning…”) and ultimately utilizing the unique power of the second person: “You shouldn’t be afraid to cry in front of me,” she says, then mutters, “I promise.” A wholly affecting and delicately crafted debut, Collapsed in Sunbeams is populated by an assortment of different characters, and Parks is equally adept at relaying the experiences of those close to her as she is at harnessing the poetic gift of writing about strangers. On the closing track, ‘Portra 400’, she recognizes the beauty in “making rainbows out of something painful,” which echoes an Audre Lorde quote Parks has often referred to: “Pain will either change or end.” Here, none of the characters’ pain seems to really change or end. But through her incisive observations and mellow, unshowy vocals, Parks is at least capable of making the air feel a little bit lighter.
Born in Portugal to Belgian and Cape Verdean parents, Erika de Casier grew up in the Lisbon suburb of Estoril until she moved to the tiny Danish village of Ribe at the age of 8. After spending a year abroad in Vermont, she eventually settled in Copenhagen and taught herself music production in her bedroom. Though she had to learn to sing in a hushed tone so as not to disturb her flatmates, she’s since found ways to harness that intimacy to convey all manner of emotion, whether invoking the sensuality of ’90s and ’00s R&B or taking cues from the empowerment anthems of Destiny’s Child and TLC. She draws from both musical worlds on her latest album, Sensational, her second following 2019’s Essentials and first since signing to 4AD. Each subtle texture radiates warmth as well as newfound confidence, lending an air of playfulness to what is an otherwise stripped-back and relaxed affair. But more remarkable than her self-assured presence is de Casier’s ability to explore relationship dynamics with elegance and style, making her minimalist, confessional songs feel vivid and nuanced: not just palpably romantic, but full of possibility.
Arooj Aftab has described her new album, Vulture Prince, as being about “revisiting places I’ve called mine,” which feels like a fitting metaphor for her music as a whole. Opening with a new rendition of ‘Baghon Main’, a folk song the Brooklyn-based Pakistani composer first tackled on her 2014 debut Bird Under Water, the record employs classic Urdu lyrics dealing in themes of loss and yearning and embellishes them with stripped-back instrumentation that includes harp, acoustic guitar, double bass, and synths. A continuation of her debut and the follow-up to 2018’s ambient project Siren Islands, Vulture Prince is an album of devastating beauty – one whose nature shifted significantly following the passing of the singer’s younger brother Maher in the middle of the writing process. The arrangements are intimate and elegiac, while Aftab’s crystalline, elastic voice carries a depth of feeling that transcends any potential language barriers, transporting the listener into a realm where sorrow can briefly take the form of acceptance. The result is both a stunning artistic achievement and a melancholy lament whose spiritual resonance is amplified in the present moment.
Throughout her career, claire rousay’s music has incorporated field recordings, voicemails, and percussive sounds to dissect the corners of human emotion and daily life that otherwise remain elusive and ambiguous. Following a prolific run of releases, a softer focus once again recontextualizes her work as it finds the San Antonio-based artist stepping into new sonic territory while building on the melodic elements that had started to seep into her music with 2020’s it was always worth it. Featuring contributions from OHMME’s Lia Kohl and Macie Stewart, multi-instrumentalist Ben Baker Billington, and violinist Alex Cunningham, a softer focus is a collaboration with painter and ceramicist Dani Toral, who, in creating the visual world for the album, set out to explore the “feelings of present familiarity” she felt with rousay, an emotional state rousay’s work intimately mirrors. Even if the lush ambient textures and scattered pop influences render it her most accessible and less esoteric effort to date, it’s still marked by the kind of attention to detail and personal candor that make those quiet moments vibrate with significance.
Listening to Indigo Sparke’s music can feel like watching a star flicker in the dark country sky: from afar it can seem small and insubstantial, but once you consider the amount of energy that ripples through it, the moment can suddenly feel overwhelming in its intensity. Amid the soft glow of finger-picked guitar and delicate touches of piano, the Sydney-based singer-songwriter often uses that kind of cosmic language to relate her own experience on her debut album, Echo: “I have pulled apart the cosmos/ Trying to find you inside,” she sings on ‘Carnival’; on ‘Wolf’, she implores, “Come upstairs, let me show you all the parts you haven’t seen/ There’s a hell, there’s a heaven, there’s a universe exploding,” before comparing her lover to the moon. Recorded between Los Angeles, Italy, and New York, the follow-up to 2016’s Nightbloom EP was co-produced by Adrianne Lenker and frequent Big Thief collaborator Andrew Sarlo; the result is a mesmerizing record that’s charged with emotional intimacy without ever losing its poetic, intangible qualities. “Everything is dying,” she tenderly intones against the ghostly echo of an instrumental, “Everything is simple.”
Rather than distancing themselves from the increased pertinence of their ideas in a time of unprecedented uncertainty, Godspeed You! Black Emperor deliver their radical message with more weight and urgency than ever on their first album in four years. Expanding on the melodic elements that ran through Luciferian Towers but leaning more firmly on the fury and power of their earlier work, G_d’s Pee AT STATE’S END might be one of the Canadian post-rock collective’s most immediately impactful and downright beautiful efforts to date, propelled by a new dynamism that’s less the result of timing than careful refinement of craft. Comprised of four pieces, two longer and two shorter, the album utilizes cryptic spoken-word passages and soundclips from shortwave radio to set an apocalyptic scene, but it’s the music itself that does the heavy lifting. The longer pieces are sprawling and ambitious, building to roaring climaxes filled with promise and rays of optimism; the shorter ones are mournful and meditative, floating through the cloud of cacophony with a kind of elegiac solemnity. By utilizing the perpetual cycle of build-up and release, GY!BE transmute those familiar forces into something rich and all-encompassing.
