From Embleton to Craster…

Another wet night though the rain had passed on by the morning and gave us a lovely sunny morning, though a rather grey afternoon, quite windy out too! To pick up where we left off yesterday we found parking in the village of Embleton and set off to walk the mile or so down to Embleton Bay.

We walked along to the end of the sandy part of the beach (south),

where we had to clamber up into the dunes (not very high) to continue our journey with a lovely view back down along the beach….

It would have been nice to see these beaches in the sunshine, perhaps we will get the chance to come back? Onward we went towards Dunstanburgh Castle, whose dramatic profile we have been following for some days.

We decided to go into the castle as it was free (NT) and sits on such a prominent headland.

As you can see it is mostly ruins, though they have built steps up the inside of the right hand tower – we only got up to the second (out of three) landings as Poppydog is really frightened of any kind of walkway that you can see through and this sprial staircase, though concrete had gaps between the steps which she did not like at all! Still we got a good look out of the window on the second landing.

Leaving the castle behind we carried on along the footpath to Craster.

A very pretty little fishing village, nestling around it’s harbour.

With a little bit of sandy beach within the harbour walls.

After a wander around the village, a pub, a lifeboat station, a smokehouse selling smoked kippers and rather a lot of holiday lets, we left the village to follow Cycle Route 1 back to Embleton.

Another nice holiday destination to add to my rather long list! 8.5 mile round trip.

From High Newton to Dunstan Steads…..

A bit of a mizzog day today, spitting most of the day though not enough to actually make you wet especially as there was a brisk sea breeze. Today we drove to High Newton, parking the car in the village (free) and wandering the mile or so down to Football Hole Beach to pick up where we left off yesterday.

It doesn’t look quite so appealing on this grey and damp day. After a little play for Poppydog we picked up the path along the dunes and around Newton Point. Along this stretch there is no beach just rocks being battered by the waves, until you arrive at Newton-by-the-sea a pretty village of mostly holiday lets (NT) by the looks along a pretty sandy crescent shaped cove.

Judging by all the buoys in the bay, during the summer it is probably full of small craft with only a few left out there at the moment. It also manages to support a Pub – a great place for a holiday.

The beach doesn’t stop even though it is almost high tide and around the corner is Embleton Bay.

A long sandy bay stretching around a wide bay, backed with dunes and the obligatory golf course beyond that!

At the far end of the bay stands the ruins of Dunstanburgh Castle, creating a dramatic silhouette against the grey sky.

We continued on to the end of the bay, which we more or less had to ourselves with the exception of one brave soul kite surfing and seeming to spend much of the time airborne!

At the end of the beach we made our return journey through the dunes as the beach had disappeared under the tide in parts. Just outside Low Newton up in the dunes are about 20 little cabins (1 bed, living / kitchen area and bathroom), some really exposed and some nestling in the dunes with no vehicular access for at least a mile- apparently wheelbarrows are an essential item to life in one of these – how fab!

The weather might have been against us but it was still a lovely 8 mile walk.

A walk along the beach from Seahouses to Bamburgh Lighthouse…..

Well it rained most of the night and into the morning but though still very grey, by lunchtime the wet stuff had moved on and at least it has cleared the mist! We popped in the car to a lay-by on the outskirts of Seahouses (all the car parks in the village are Pay & Display) and made our way across St Aiden’s dunes down to Seahouses Beach.A very different picture to yesterday and stretching much further than I imagined.The tide was fully in and the beach much busier with walkers (mindyou I wouldn’t have seen any walkers yesterday!). It was clear enough to see Inner Farne (one of the 20 odd Farne Islands).

After about a mile we clambered over some rocks and found ourselves on the lovely Bamburgh Beach.

Glimpses of the castle through the dunes, and then there she is….

Quite magnificent – beyond the castle the beach became much quieter and Poppydog was able to have a proper run around as we continued on to the end of the beach.

At the end of the beach we clambered up for a closer look at the small and less impressive Lighthouse, the day was by no means clear enough to see Longstone Lighthouse.

And not exactly the White Horse or Lion but hey!….

Beyond the Lighthouse the shore becomes rocky for awhile until the next beach visible beyond the crashing waves.

At this point we followed the footpath inland with a last look along the beach.

Then we wandered around the outside of the castle….

And walked back along the roadside footpath – about 7.5 miles.

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?