As the spring tide came in relentlessly, Beadnell Beach got busier and busier as the area of available sand contracted. 100's of Canutes had to give up in the end. How I managed to get no-one else in this picture I don't know! Despite the peaceful appearance of the photograph, our friend's daughter was in a terrible, dark mood; stomping through the waves so she didn't have to walk on the same beach as us.
8th Aug09, Low Newton, 7am
Up early as soon as I saw the sun. Early means cool, quiet beaches bathed in beautiful light denied to the crowds later today.
I was listening to (yet another) moon related podcast when I noticed the waning gibbous hanging out over the pub. This is one of the best pubs in the world where you can sit in a cosy bar in the winter and outside looking over the beach in the summer. I play at the folk sessions here once a month and have a token pint of their real ale that they brew on-site.
...and this is pretty much the view from the pub.
This wee snail must have been making heavy progress through the sand to make such a prominent track. I hope it was worth the effort to get from here to there.
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