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.

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 wwhich 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 rejon the coastal path for the last mile or so as the tide was too high for us to cocontinue along the beach.

What a beautiful 9.5 mile walk and what a find.

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?

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.