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 – intact 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?

A walk around Berwick-upon-Tweed….

Wet overnight and well into the morning but it cleared up by lunchtime so we set off to explore our surroundings. Today we decided to wander into Berwick and walked across the old bridge over the Tweed.

The original town is walled with many pretty mews.

We walked along the wall, running along the waters edge and continued along the long Pier (a breakwater built to protect the town and river inlet) to the Lighthouse at the end.

On the way back along the sea wall we caught our first glimpse of dolphins – how magical! I wasn’t sure at first as the water is quite choppy, but yes we watched them in the bay just before it narrows to become the Tweed estuary – I’m not sure how many but at least half a dozen kept bobbing in the waves – no jumping or dancing but plenty of bobbing! I took about 20 photos and this was the best of the bunch…

Well after all that standing around on the Pier, Poppydog deserved a good beach run around, so we ventured down to the beach abutting the start of the Pier – aptly named Little Pier Beach.

The sun made a weak appearance as we played on the beach and is always welcome. After a time we cut across the grass covered low dunes…

From here we made our way back across the town and across the road bridge so that we could get a better look at the beautiful old bridge on the seaward side.

And the fabulous railway viaduct further inland.

A lovely 6 mile walk with plenty still to explore.

We say ‘goodbye’ (for now) to Scotland and ‘hello’ Berwick upon Tweed…..

A lovely sunny day but with a bit of a chilly wind blowing. We packed up and were on our way just before 12 (we can’t get in the new site until 1, so an early getaway would be pointless) and made the 40 mile journey without a hitch. Passing a flag marked lay-by on either side of the road (which we will revisit to take photographic evidence) where after 5 months we crossed the border from Scotland back into England. After a bit of a scramble at the site entrance, as about 8 of us all arrived at once, we were soon pitched with a rather nice sea view.View from the window….After a cup of tea, we wandered down to the sea front and took a walk along Spittal Promenade and the long sandy beach.There were a few people about, but not many brave enough to sit on the beach, as the wind is blowing straight along the beach and quite chilly! Still we found a slightly sheltered and quiet spot at the far end for Poppydog to have a well deserved play.After a while the wind got the better of us and we set off back along the beach to site.