This is still in Suffolk but only just since the border with Norfolk is just up the road. Although the old name describes an island in the sense of dry ground surrounded by marsh, they're still a little bit cut off here.
A-roads to the west and north mean you're unlikely to be passing through but there's a stronger than usual sense of community here due to a pride in the place being quite Eye-catching, probably.
Watch your speed on your way in on the B1117 over Abbey Bridge, though, they've got their Eye on you!
There was a temptation to go down that route, 'Eye don't believe it!' or, because it's twinned with Pouzauges in France, 'Eye shall say zees urnly wance' but that would just be lazy, aye?
The town boasts more listed buildings than Lavenham but there's something more modern at the top of the car park off Cross Street.
Local artist Ben Platts-Mills' Michael's Gate is a nod to the ley line that's said to run right through this very spot.
Most people might claim that with a little bit of practice, they could bang out a passable painting but there's no way you could do that!
Ben died unexpectedly in 2014 and more of his chainsaw sculptures are dotted around Suffolk and beyond through his work with his friends at .
Up on Lambseth Street, another sight is the ' crinkle crankle' wall. Built in a style, it supposedly saves on the bricks but just looks like showing off from here.
Whatever the whyfors, it's just one of the spectacles here.
Just the one pub here now, right next to the car park and advising trippers are generally positive. There's said to have been at least 18 pubs over the years and this is suspected to have been one.
The plaque is thought to belong to the Lacons brewery of Great Yarmouth. No? Never heard of them, neither.
Opposite the wall and not too far from the old almshouses is the birthplace of the town's most infamous son, probably.
Notorious serial killer would move north and after bumping off his business partner, he murdered a hairdresser, hit an old lady on the head before driving into a canal and drowning with the on full blast, or did he?
A bit of an imp, Hillman, although it's more likely to have been a Ford Focus.
That's a joke, of course, one of Eye's real sons was the relatively well-known artist although he'd later decamp to Bath.
This one is of Frances, one of the local, landed Rix family although, just like Hillman, you'll have to head north to see it. It's in the Manchester Art Gallery, you see, but because of its size, blink and you'll miss it.
The Town Hall was considered a bit of a blight by some when it was unveiled in 1856. Some thought the unconventional architect, Edward Buckton Lamb, a visionary while others labelled him a rogue.
It's no Town Hall no more but hosts a weekly market on Wednesdays between 10 and get this, 11 AM.
It's not thought that is here to offer encouragement should you be leaving it late to fill your basket.
The monument on Broad Street is to some bloke called Kerrison but more on him in a minute.
Just next door you'll find 'The Handyman' store and I love these places and could easily spend an hour inside. It's thought to be the smell, which is of grandad's shed, although there's often an obligation to buy a small bag of screws or some shoelaces.
Today it was some electrical tape for a makeshift fix on a plastic belt buckle.
Chatting to the guy inside, it turns out he's not actually that handy but he does live just around the corner.
© the 1970s, come on, just trying to keep it jocular.
So they struggled with a tuna melt and a cheese and pickle panini but there was a warning of a 'big' order just going in. That trios' cheese-on-toasts finally arrived with unforgivably charcoaled crusts soon followed by the red-cheeked 'chef' who headed outside only to return minutes later with... a tin of tuna!
Twenty minutes later, the presented paninis were satisfactory but to the table waiting behind... 'I'm sorry, we're all out of... tuna.' They did acknowledge they were struggling in today's 'rush' and the apology and the discount were accepted.
It's as much about the art, however, and at least there were plenty of interesting-enough paintings and books to browse.
The Old Guildhall on Church Street can be found next to the Church of St Peter and St Paul. Yes, they're both yea old but there's a better view behind you from up... why, .
Classic , it's thought you'll agree, although not that much remains of the 11th-century motte and the brickwork on the bailey is a bit more recent, Victorian recent.
Sir Edward Kerrison was a local, military man and being a Lieutenant-Colonel was assigned a faithful manservant. His is said to have saved his life at Waterloo and as an act of gratitude, Kerrison built him a small abode in the bailey, the remains of which are mostly what can be seen today.
Kerrison continued to display his indebtedness by preparing his man's evening meal when he could be heard at around 7 PM, shouting out of the window... 'Dinner, dinner, dinner, dinner, dinner, dinner, dinner, dinner... batman!'
© the 1960s and just displaying a degree of vacuous humour.