Back to Cheswick Sands….

Not such a nice day today, mostly cloudy with a fair breeze but importantly dry. Again we hopped in the car down to Cocklawburn and walked along the coastal path this time just to Cheswick Sands and cut straight over the dunes down to the beach.

This time we are walking to our left back towards Cocklawburn and very soon have the beach to ourselves.

At the far end, the beach becomes scattered with rocky outcrops and rock pools as we come to Cheswick Black Rocks.

Then after clambering over a rocky patch we find our own little playground on Far Skerr.

Here we settle for awhile as we are reasonably sheltered from the wind by the dunes and Poppydog can chase the balls, seabirds, stones and anything else that moves to her hearts content.

When it is time to move on, we return the way we came, having enjoyed a slightly shorter walk of 7.5 miles today.

Two thoughts of the day:

I have discovered a M&S Simply Food store just around the corner from site – we shall eat well this week!

Having purchased a Fitbit on Wednesday, I am getting quite competitive with myself which I guess is a good thing!

A long walk from Cocklawburn to Goswick Sands….

A very different day today, blue skies, sunshine and a little coastal breeze. Today we drove to Cocklawburn and parked up (this is the start of the Lindisfarne Nature Reserve) taking a moment to look down onto Cocklawburn Beach….

A very different look today but we didn’t loiter as we have planned a walk along the coastal path from here.

We followed the path which mostly traversed the grassland inland of the dunes, for several miles until we cut back through the dunes at Beachcomber House to this – looking to the right at Goswick Sands….

Straight ahead….

And to the left at Cheswick Sands….

Wow and we literally can’t see anyone

Needless to say Poppydog was free to run and run..

We walked the good half a mile to the sea and found an ideal log to take a moment or two to just enjoy and absorb the beauty of this place…

Poppydog happy chasing a ball or two which I had fortunately brought with me as there was not a stone in sight.

And make footsteps in the sand…

Soon enough it was time to make our way back, walking along the beach, at one point having to remove my boots and socks to wade across a stream crossing the beach and still not a soul in sight.

At the far end of Cheswick Beach with a last look back…

We clambered through the dunes to rejoin the coastal path for the last mile or so as the tide was too high for us to continue along the beach.

What a beautiful 9.5 mile walk and what a find.

A damp walk to Cocklawburn Beach….

A pretty wet night and a rather damp and miserable day but they happen! Tired of waiting for the rain to abate we set off anyway, along Spittal Promenade and up along the cliffs. We had to share a little bit of our walk with some cows but fortunately they were not particularly interested in us. Ordinarily I would be posting some pics of the view from the cliffs but there were no views – in fact we only knew the sea was there because well we knew it was there! After maybe a mile or so we started our descent and got our first look at Cocklawburn Beach.

This is one of three beaches and as there were already a few dog walkers on this beach…

We moved onto the second beach…

Which we had to ourselves – so off you go Poppydog! We wandered along a bit further to take a look at the third little beach…

Well that is enough excitement for us and with a last look down onto the beach we chose to take an inland route home – 7.5 wet miles.

We shall be back when the sun is shining.

Another hidden gem at Burnmouth Bay….

Wet again overnight but a dry, mostly grey day. Today we popped back to Scotland to visit Burnmouth Bay, and parked up in the village of Burnmouth just north of the border. From here it was a good mile down a very steep hill to the collection of little villages down on the bay.

This beautiful bay is home to four little villages – Partonhall, over on the far left a mere 3 or 4 cottages (though probably about 6 before they were returned and turned into holiday lets).

At the end of the harbour is Cowdrait almost a city with 15 houses.

Sporting a pretty unique row of well tended back gardens (not for gardeners without a head for heights!).

And at the end of the road and bay to the east – Ross – 6 houses and actually in a different parish!

How fabulous! Not forgetting of course Lower Burnmouth wwhich wends it’s way down the lower part of the access road just above this little harbour…

The Great Northern Storm of 1881 also took 24 fishermen from this little community and the Memorial sits proudly on the harbour wall.

It might not be a sandy beach but the sun has just started to shine and we are all alone (apart from the fishermen busy unloading their catch in the harbour) so we take a moment to enjoy this tranquil little hidden gem.

Before making our way back up the long and winding hill to the car and back to England.

A stroll along the riverbank to the castle and along the wall to Fisherman’s Haven….

Wet overnight and still a bit damp in the morning though by lunchtime it had brightened up with a bit of sunshine for us later in the afternoon. We are not done with Berwick yet, so we again wandered down to town, over the old bridge and this time headed along the riverbank inland, getting a closet look at the beautiful Royal Border Bridge – there is no denying that the Victorians knew how to build with style.

A bit further along the riverbank we came upon the ruins of the castle which weren’t particularly impressive.

Though we could clamber around the ruins of the old tower house by the river.

From here we made our way back along the river to the town wall and walked along the Northern ramparts bacI to the coast.

A little beyond the wall we made our way down in the recently appeared sunshine to Fisherman’s Haven beach.

What a lovely find, much nicer soft sand than the main Spittal and Little Pier beaches.

Though there were a few people about, we soon found ourselves a quiet corner for Poppydog to have a run around.

And I managed to find enough stones to throw and keep her amused whilst I enjoyes the view and the sun.

Soon it was time for us to start to make our way back along the cliff path, with a spectacular view down onto the clear waters and beach – bearing in mind the tide is nearly fully in, I imagine at low tide it is absolutely stunning.

After a quick check for dolphins from the Pier (not a one to be seen) we made our way back over the river and around the bay to complete this 7.5 mile walk back to site.

Two thoughts of the day:

Isn’t it amazing how different the sea is from one day to the next – yesterday quite choppy and today flat calm.

Maybe the dolphins prefer a choppy sea?