7 signs you know you're from Suffolk

As a born and bred Suffolk girl, I was passed down a lot of Suffolk-isms growing up. Here are 7 signs you know you're from the county. One of the biggest Suffolk-isms is our quirky ways of pronunciation and phrases.

If you catch yourself saying "On the huh", "Bets I get gorn" or "At's a...



" then you are undoubtedly a Suffolker. "On the huh" is definitely a mind-boggling phrase to those out of the county and often leads to an explanation that things are just wonky. Sutton Hoo, an Anglo-Saxon burial ground (Image: Paul Geater) When spending the summer holidays in Suffolk, it was often about finding things to do.

Most of my childhood summers were either spent at Easton Farm Park, crabbing at Walberswick or Sutton Hoo. If you spent your summers running around in the countryside and taking on a simpler life, it's a sure sign you're from Suffolk. The Ipswich Town parade after being promoted (Image: Charlotte Bond) You must be from Suffolk if you have an unruly hatred for the sister county of Norfolk, regardless of whether you support or follow the football.

Nothing beats the pride of Ipswich Town going up, and you probably had a little giggle to yourself about leaving Norwich in the dust of the blues. Something I've noticed in Suffolk, is that if you tell someone you're going to Bury, they don't automatically think you're going to Lancashire. Shortening Bury St Edmunds to Bury is something quite confusing to non-Suffolkers.

School trips, outings and holidays always ended with "we must be nearly home" once we reached the Copdock Roundabout. On school trips it would be a text from Copdock to let the parents know they had enough time to come and pick us up. The Orwell Bridge - on a day it is open! (Image: Lucy Taylor) As a Suffolker, there is nothing worse than when the bridge closes.

Often, hearing that it takes an extra hour to get home as soon as there's a substantial gust isn't weird for those living in Suffolk. It's the dread that hits you when you're out and about and start feeling the wind picking up. The Black Shuck (Image: Newsquest/Sam Robbins) We love old wives' tales, but as a child,d the fear of the Black Shuck was very real.

I remember being told a story of scratched church doors as this beast lurked in the shadows around Suffolk. What makes you a proud Suffolker? Email me at katie.drake@newsquest.

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