northerly tales

 24th Feb 23, Buston, 8am

I ran into the north wind all the way up to the cross but then had a tail wind all the way home.

There's always time for a photo or two en route...

two wheels

 24th Feb 23, Howick, 11am

First time on two wheels for a while.

Cracking day.

peaceful

 21st Feb 23, Bamburgh, 9am

The wind has dropped a bit and the sea was quieter.  In the air was the dual harmony of curlews and skylarks.

dancing

 17th Feb 23, Warkworth, 8am

Not many folk on the beach this morning. I think the forecast had put them off. 

In fact though it was breezy it wasn't that bad. The westerly wind was lifting the spray up and away quite spectacularly.

The wind, waves and sunlight all played together on the water.

sweet frostings

 14th Feb 2023, Longhorsley, 8am

Another beautiful frosty morning

perfect blue monday

13th Feb 23, Simonside, 9am

An early start meant an empty car park and solitude on the frosty hills.  Absolute bliss.

13th Feb 23, Budle Bay, 2pm

Warm as toast under the bright sun for a run with Henry round Budle Bay

reflections

10th Feb 23, Embleton Bay, 10am

A very muted palette today of pastel colours.

The sea and sky colours were reflected in the window of an old beach house (as was the castle)

 

wandering and running

 9th Feb 23, Embleton Bay, 8am

I started the morning with a sunrise wander.

Embleton Burn has taken a very southerly path recently.  It means that the water leads the eye nicely towards the sunrise and castle.

Up on top of the dunes looking this way and that.

Just a couple of people on the whole bay.

A quick change then a very chilly run up the beach.

patterns

 8th Feb 23, Buston, 9am

A peaceful morning.

Patterns in the coal dust.

 

Limpet archaeology

 7th February 2023, Howick, 8am

Down onto the rocky shore at low tide to mooch about.

I noticed the limpets were living in little communities. 

Here & there were the marks left by limpets of the past. In some cases the ghost circles were very deeply carved into the limestone. 

The limpets leave their spot every high tide and go grazing before returning to the exact same place. I guess over their lifetimes (15-16 years) they carve shapes into the rock as they settle themselves in for the low tide twice a day. 

I was struck by the similarity to prehistoric hut circles in the human landscape.