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.

Back to Cheswick Sands….

Not such a nice day today, mostly cloudy with a fair breeze but importantly dry. Again we hopped in the car down to Cocklawburn and walked along the coastal path this time just to Cheswick Sands and cut straight over the dunes down to the beach.

This time we are walking to our left back towards Cocklawburn and very soon have the beach to ourselves.

At the far end, the beach becomes scattered with rocky outcrops and rock pools as we come to Cheswick Black Rocks.

Then after clambering over a rocky patch we find our own little playground on Far Skerr.

Here we settle for awhile as we are reasonably sheltered from the wind by the dunes and Poppydog can chase the balls, seabirds, stones and anything else that moves to her hearts content.

When it is time to move on, we return the way we came, having enjoyed a slightly shorter walk of 7.5 miles today.

Two thoughts of the day:

I have discovered a M&S Simply Food store just around the corner from site – we shall eat well this week!

Having purchased a Fitbit on Wednesday, I am getting quite competitive with myself which I guess is a good thing!

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.