A clear night and very chilly morning, but what a beautiful day. Today we made the quite significant detour around Blyth Harbour to reach the beaches to the north of Blyth, finding plenty of parking along the front in amongst the narrow strip of low dunes. Firstly we joined Cambois Beach about half way along. Looking south towards Blyth Port….
Not many folk around heading southwards so that is the way we went and Poppydog true to form was off!…
After about a mile we scrambled over a rocky section onto North Beach, Blyth.
The sand was gradually disappearing under the tide but still enough for us to sstretch our legs!
One Happy Pup!
After a while we made our way back along the beach to where we started and then carried on to explore the northern half of the beach. As before this was busier and Poppydog had to go back on the lead.
There was some kind of fishing competition taking place along the waters edge and dogs everywhere so at the end of the beach (where the river Wansbeck crosses the beach) we decided to return to the car along the coastal path up above.
A fab beach, great day and excellent 5.5 mile walk.
A rough old night (mindyou we slept well after all that sea air!) and a pretty miserable morning so a shortish walk for us first thing. Still by midday the rain had cleared through and though still looking quite dodgy we set off for Almouth. Finding roadside parking down by the river Aln, we walked across the dunes to the mouth of the bay.
Here the sands stretched out in front of us, pretty much as far as the eye could see.
With even more sand on the other side of the river, though they shall have to wait another day.
The beach wasn’t as deserted as it looks but with the aid of the thrower and a couple of balls we made our way along the mile of sand (northwards) to Marden Rocks. Here Poppydog completely abandoned the balls in favour of chasing seabirds until we rounded the corner onto Seaton Sands.
This beach was much quieter as we ventured towards Seaton Point where we left off the day before yesterday. We turned about at this point and made our way back along to Alnmouth, a pretty village nestled behind the beach.
Now that it is time to make our way back the sky starts to clear!!
A short 4.5 mile, but very pleasant walk.
Dry overnight for a change and a lovely sunny morning, though more cloudy in the afternoon, it is still very chilly as the wind is cold but we can live with that. Today we parked up in the same lay-by as yesterday and took the path down to Iron Scar.
Today we are heading south and crossed the little bridge over the stream.
Over the dunes to this beauty….
Sugar Sands a stunning sandy bay….
There were a few people set up with camera or telescopic tripods on the beach, so I figured a wired up Springer could possibly have a catastrophic effect and we moved on.
Just around the corner is the delightful Howdiemont Sands…
Not quite as pretty but at least here Poppydog could have some freedom and was gone!
After a while we continued along the top, as the beach was mostly rocky outcrops, until we arrived at Boulmer a small fishing village running along a narrow strip of sand and plenty of exposed rock.
Walking to the far end of this beach we clambered over the rocks of Seaton Point onto Seaton Sands, another wide expanse of sand, a bit weedy in places but pretty all the same.
A collection of Chalets and old caravans sit along the top of this beach (very English) – I think it is a real shame that these joyful little huts, in their varying states of repair are no longer welcome on our beaches.
Time to head back and as the tide is rapidly coming in and the waves pretty fiesty we stuck to the coastal path to complete this rather amazing 8 mile walk. Look at the waves breaking over Sugar Sands – fantastic….
Oh yes and some rather cute calves, especially cute as they are on the other side of a fence!
The weather is being quite kind at the moment, raining at night and dry albeit rather windy and cool during the day, today at least was mostly sunny. Today we drove to Howick, finding a rather handy lay-by and followed a footpath down to the shore and lovely little strip of sand at Iron Scar.There are a number of sandy bays, between the rocky outcrops, heading southwards which we shall enjoy another day, as today our destination is again Craster, but this time we are approaching from the south. As the tide is still a way out we scrambled along the rocky shore until we arrived at Howick Haven.From this point the shore became a bit trickier to negotiate so we joined the coastal path running along the top and enjoyed the sight and sounds of the waves crashing beneath us.
After a while we came across this little gem…
A lovely sandy little bay, Seahouses Bay, almost completely surrounded by rock, an absolute gem especially on a day like today – almost totally sheltered from the wind – here we shall stop and play for a while.
We went back up on the footpath and from here it was a mile or so until we arrived on the outskirts of Craster.
Looking even nicer today in the sunshine – yep we could holiday here.
Back up through the village and along the lanes to the car to complete this 7.5 mile round walk.
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.