Out of the city and down to the sea
Aug. 12th, 2009 09:40 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
shewhomustI can't imagine living far inland, and never seeing the sea; from time to time I start yearning for the sea, and when I do, it's easy enough to go to the coast. Blame two weeks and some spectacular coastal walks in Iceland; blame ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sovay, or blame the evening light on Monday, after we'd been to visit a client in Cullercoats. Whatever the reason, having stayed home and worked on Sunday, today we went out to Druridge Bay.
It's not spectacular scenery, just a long low sweep of sand, six miles from Coquet Island in the north to the Alcan aluminium smelter in the south, sandy dunes interspersed with ponds leading down to the beach and the sea. We scrambled down from the dunes and over the shingle, took our shoes off and walked barefoot along the beach. There were gulls and oyster catchers wandering along the tideline, and swallows swooping alarmingly close - also fighter jets circling for no obvious reason. We passed a few families, doing all the proper summer holiday things, building a replica of Bambrugh Castle or peering into rock pools, but it's a big beach and there was plenty of space.And when we'd walked as far as we wanted to (and to go any further would have taken us over the rocks and into Amble) we turned round and walked back again, almost hypnotised by the dazzle of the sun on the water and the long straight line of the tide rippling in.
sovay, or blame the evening light on Monday, after we'd been to visit a client in Cullercoats. Whatever the reason, having stayed home and worked on Sunday, today we went out to Druridge Bay.It's not spectacular scenery, just a long low sweep of sand, six miles from Coquet Island in the north to the Alcan aluminium smelter in the south, sandy dunes interspersed with ponds leading down to the beach and the sea. We scrambled down from the dunes and over the shingle, took our shoes off and walked barefoot along the beach. There were gulls and oyster catchers wandering along the tideline, and swallows swooping alarmingly close - also fighter jets circling for no obvious reason. We passed a few families, doing all the proper summer holiday things, building a replica of Bambrugh Castle or peering into rock pools, but it's a big beach and there was plenty of space.And when we'd walked as far as we wanted to (and to go any further would have taken us over the rocks and into Amble) we turned round and walked back again, almost hypnotised by the dazzle of the sun on the water and the long straight line of the tide rippling in.
