Walking across the border to Lamberton Beach….

A pretty grey day with a chilly breeze blowing but dry – so all is well. I wanted to visit the most northerly beach on the East Coast of England so we parked up on an Industrial Estate on the outskirts of Berwick and after a short walk alongside the A1 heading north we cut across to the Coastal Path. The footpath was somewhat overgrown but we were able to cut across a recently combined field and to be fair the coastal path when we got to it, was also pretty overgrown, so I’m guessing that this is not a popular stretch! Though the path followed the cliff top, it wasn’t that scenic, particularly on such a grey day – grey sky and sea almost blending into one, but there was a great Natural Arch.

After a mile or so of very rough going – my legs getting stung and scratched to bits, we arrived at Marshall Meadows Bay.

What a disappointment – the only access was down a rather dodgy hole and slithering along a slippery tunnel, onlying about 4ft high and coming out on the beach side to another couple of metres drop aided by a rope! That was so not happening and to be honest at high tide it really wasn’t very inviting anyway!

Yes that was the exit route! According to a chap who has a caravan on the site – nobody ventures down there and there is no sand even at low tide – ah well. Now as we are so close we decided to continue on and cross the border (we just can’t stay away!).

As the clouds were breaking up a bit and the coastal path here was easier going we continued on for another mile or so, the cliffs being more spectacular here as we head towards Burnmouth, looking down onto Lamberton Beach.

At this point it is time to make our way back to England!

However we decided to head back on tge footpath along the A1 from Marshall Meadows rather than battle the nettles and brambles again. Not the most pleasant end to an interesting 8 mile walk.

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.

Back to St Abbs Head….

A grey start with quite a strong cooling wind but as the day progressed the sun appeared and the wind eased. Today we ended up walking around St Abbs Head again, though our original plan was to walk along the cliff tops from Pease Bay towards St Abbs but in fact the coastal path mostly runs along the lanes quite a bit inland and we couldn’t find anywhere to leave the car – so here we are!

Today, though the tide was in, we ventured down onto Pettico Wick for Poppydog to have a bit of a play, whilst I watched the gannets diving for their lunch.

We then continued our walk up St Abbs Head.

The sea is a wonderful inky blue today and so clear – beautiful.

Wow – why would you need to go anywhere else in the world?

Imagine this tiny lighthouse shining the way for distant passing ships.

Even Poppydog deigned to sit and admire the view briefly…

Look at these delicate flowers taking a battering in the wind so gracefully…

Well as you know we don’t often do the same walk twice, though we did take different pathways this time, it is surely not a walk that you could tire of.

Starney Bay with St Abbs in the background marks the end of this 5 mile walk.

Two thoughts of the day:

At the risk of sounding boring – how beautiful is our coastline?

Isn’t it amazing how different the sea looks from day to day – I will never tire of looking at it – beach walking and sea gazing my favourite pastimes and I guess you could say – current occupation!!

A grey day in Eyemouth…

A few overnight showers but another mostly dry day, albeit a sharp breeze blowing and mostly grey. Today we are off to have a look around Eyemouth, our most southerly visit from this site and in fact only a few miles from the English border. A small, pretty fishing town built around an active fishing harbour.

At first we walked around the south side of the harbour, up Gunsgreen Hill looking down on the town.

Passing Nisbet’s Tower, formerly a dovecote and now a sweet little holiday cottage.

Taking a moment to look at one of the poignant memorials to the 129 fisherman from Eyemouth who lost their lives on 14th October 1881.

Though the tide is pretty much fully in we found a small stony cove for Poppydog to have a little run around on.

With great views to St Abbs Head in the distance.

After a while we wandered back down to the town past the odd house emblazoned with the name of a fishing boat (presumably the skipper’s home?)…

Also nearly every streetlight was adorned with a banner depicting the various ‘Herring Queens’ elected by the town since the 50’s – what fun!

Back alongside the harbour we came across the seal feeding van, where you could buy pieces of fish (£2 for 4 pieces and £4 for 9 pieces!) to feed the resident (seemingly so) seals…

How random is that?

Along the sea front we found the powerful Jill Watson sculpture for the lost fishermen named ‘Widows and Bairns’ (as we saw in Cove and St Abbs) and based on the actual family groups left behind on that fateful day.

The beach was only a promise as the waves were crashing against the sea wall most of the way along.

Though as we climbed the headland north of Eyemouth we get an idea of what it would be like.

Above the town the remains of a Fort and canons a reminder of times past.

Beyond views along the rugged coastline towards St Abbs.

Quite a quirky town and we have enjoyed our 5 mile walk.

Two thoughts of the day:

Feeding seals – a visitor attraction or a method of protecting the fishermen’s catch?

We do like a sort of trail around a town / village – something to catch the eye and hold the attention – the beauty queen banners and fishermen’s houses did that for us – simple minds and simple pleasures!

From St Abbs to Linkim Shore….

Some pretty heavy rain overnight with thunder and lightening rumbling around, but fortunately it seemed to have blown through by the morning leaving us with a fairly sunny day. We decided to head to St Abbs and start our walk from there. St Abbs is a lovely little fishing village with all the houses tiered around the harbour.

It was much quieter than yesterday, though still quite lively and yes I think I would add it to the select list of places I would like to live or atleast holiday.

From the harbour wall we got a good look back at St Abbs Head, where we had our walk yesterday.

Overlooking the harbour is the poignant memorial to the three fishermen lost in the 14th October 1881 Storm.

After a mooch around we followed to coastal path up through the village, past a row of pretty painted cottages with spectacular cliff top views.

The path continued along the cliff top and soon we were looking down on the lovely sandy Coldingham Bay…

The path took us down onto the beach – a bit busy for us but a lovely beach with a row of colourful beach huts at the back.

In search of a bit of solitude we carried on along the coastal path back up to cliff top level and then back down to the next beach, this time a stony beach with a stream running through.

After a dunk and a drink in the stream (Poppydog that is!) we walked across Milldown Beach and decided as there were a few others enjoying this beach we would carry on a bit further in pursuit of our own space.

And here it is – Linkim Bay…

A lovely long stretch of part sand and part stone beach – all to ourselves!

So whilst a Poppydog chases stones and cools down in the rock pools…

I enjoy a peaceful sit in the sun – Perfect!

In time we complete our walk by following a series of footpaths mostly through farmland back to the car – another lovely 5 mile walk.

Two thoughts of the day:

Another fine day in paradise – how lucky am I?

Extreme conditions (which we have managed quite successfully to dodge!) aside it has been a pretty good summer so far!