A walk along North Beach and Cambois Beach…..

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….

And northwards…

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.

From Brown’s Point to Fish Quay…..

A rather miserable morning greeted us today, with visibility poor and well just grim really, but Poppydog needed out so we had a damp walk to Seaton Sluice and back without being able to see much at all. However by lunchtime the mizzle had cleared through and we drove a few miles down the coast to Brown’s Point where we finished our walk on Monday. Our first stop was the delightful Cullercoats Bay…

A pretty sandy bay, almost totally enclosed with reasonably high rock face behind and twin piers protecting the bay from harsh waves – I can imagine that this beach is very popular in good weather (it also has a summer dog ban).

We walked across the beach and up the otherside as the headland is too rocky to walk around and almost immediately we are on our way down onto Long Sands. A much longer and wider stretch of sand, home to a couple of cafes and a busy Surf School, clearly in full session….

As we wandered along the beach, Tynemouth’s North Pier Lighthouse looks dark and moody under the grey clouds, though there is a glimmer of hope in the sky beyond.

Here the rocky headland prevents us from walking around the headland to the next bay – King Edward’s Bay or Short Sands….

A much smaller sandy bay surrounded by high cliffs and a rather steep climb, with a rather trendy fish bar doing a roaring trade perched just above the beach. The remains of Tynemouth Castle and Abbey sit on the cliffs above, though the cliffs are too steep to make yem particularly visible from the bay below.

We continued our walk up and past the front entrance to the castle and down to the North Pier beyond. North Pier is some 900 m in length and as we walked along it, looking back we could see the impressive silhouette of the Abbey ruins.

The lighthouse is beautifully shaped from stone blocks and looks across at its twin on South Pier, on the other side of the Tyne.

No dolphins or seals to be seen from here, so we start the long walk back.

Enjoying the sunshine we continue on our way passing the little stone and sand beach of Prior’s Haven, home to the Tyneside Rowing and Sailing Club.

Past the Lord Collingwood statue standing high above the harbour …

And on to the little bits of sandy beaches, that are fast disappearing under the tide, The Flats of North Shields…

With the rather magnificent sculpture of a fisherman, ‘Fiddler’s Green’ in memory of all the North Shields fishermen lost at sea, both in the past and into the future sitting looking out over the Tyne to sea…

This was our turning point with no more beaches to see until we cross the Tyne and we made our way back through this very trendy Edwardian village (once upon a time) of Tynemouth to catch the last of the afternoon sun on the surfers on Long Sands….

And still shining on the charming Cullercoats Watch House, albeit the beach itself is now sitting in the shade of its cliffs.

A rather lovely afternoon, some pretty fab beaches and a decent 8.5 mile walk.

Moving on to Old Hartley….

A grey start to the day but fortunately remaining dry whilst we packed up and set off on the long road south! We were a little late away as I helped a neighbour jump start their lovely vintage VW camper but it was not a bother as per, we are only travelling about 50 miles to our next site at Whitley Bay. The weather deteriorated about 20 miles from our destination and by the time we arrived it was raining, not heavily but still annoying and wet! After a bit of a battle with a hose (which I lost resulting in very wet legs and feet!) whilst filling the water container, we settled down in the warm waiting for the rain to ease before heading out for a shortish walk.

Visibility is not great so only a couple of photos but the site sits right up on the cliffs looking out on St Mary’s Island and it’s lighthouse.

This is accessible at low tide via a causeway so we shall definitely be exploring it soon. For now though a walk along the coastal path to Collywell Bay, for a good runaround for Poppydog ….

The tide was high so there wasn’t much of a beach but enough for Poppydog to fly and plenty of stones for her to chase until it was time for us to make the damp walk back to site.

A beautiful day and a beautiful beach…..

Well it is still blowing a hooley out there and decidedly chilly but otherwise a stunning sun shiny day. Having at long last written last Saturdays blog, I realised that we only dipped briefly onto Warkworth Beach and even then with visibility quite poor, so we are off to see it again in the sunshine and wow….

It did not disappoint and in fact was much nicer than we imagined, looking to the north towards Alnmouth…..

And the south towards Amble….

The tide is almost fully in but we managed to walk along the edge of the wet sand (dodging the odd wave) as the soft sand, though lovely, powdery and white, makes for tough walking! Part way along the beach someone has been creative with a branch and stood it upright in the soft sand (not sure how long that will last in these winds!).

At the Amble end of the beach, the beach ends abruptly with a large boulder breakwater, serving to protect the harbour and entrance to the river Coquet and hidden on the other side, this little windswept beach….

There is no access from here to Amble without walking the mile or so into Warkworth to cross the river and then back on the other side of the river so we turned back to take a leisurely stroll back to the other end of the beach.

Well when I say leisurely stroll, 5 miles in total, I did but Poppydog as ever is a 90 miles an hour girl!

From Cresswell Pool to Lynemouth Power Station….

Beautiful sunshine greeted us this morning but unfortunately it was fairly short lived as the clouds rolled in, however for us it stayed dry (and that is all that matters, if we’re honest!) though it had clearly rained on site at some point during the afternoon. We made the journey south again this time to Cresswell, a small village strung along the roadside behind the last if the dunes of Druridge Country Park. As the tide is fully in we followed the coastal path along the cliff tops away from Cresswell heading southwards. The ground was becoming increasingly scrublike with only the distant Power Station at Lynemouth to look at, oh yes and a couple of traveller ponies nibbling away at the grass! Still we persevered and eventually made our way down a little used path to Lynemouth Beach…

Certainly not the most attractive beach, more like coarse builders sand, in fact it did look as though the back of the beach had been excavated and of course an excellent view of the Power Station…

Still Poppydog was not bothered and as we had the beach to ourselves, I was happy to let her career about yelping as much as she liked! After a while we made our way back into Cresswell, once you have seen one Power Station and we have seen a few on our travels, you have no real need or wish to see another! And there tucked away beneath the dunes and the little village of Cresswell a proper sandy beach….

The tide is almost fully in but we clambered down anyways for a little play.

We also attempted to clamber over the rocky headland of Stank Letch Rocks (who?) to get to the Cresswell Links end of Druridge Bay but had to give up part way and rejoin the pathway running through the dunes until…

We made it! This is more like it.

Only 5 miles but plenty of play time and those clouds are looking a bit iffy!