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 .
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.
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 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.