This blog is being neglected, not as a result of a conscious decision but simply through lack of time. In part this is due to the ongoing heatwave in the UK; I don’t remember anything like it since 1976. We travelled in the first part of the year but now I am locked into a cycle of golf, golf administration and putting many miles on motorcycles. In short, I am making hay while the sun shines because at some point this must end.
This set of images is from a trip to the coast over the weekend. It is perhaps indicative of a compulsive tendency that the coastal walk should skirt two golf courses, Alnmouth Village and the Foxton. Perhaps I am in need of help 🙂
The Foxton golf course, Alnmouth
Alnmouth beach as the temperatures rise
On the beach Alnmouth beach
One man, two dogs, Alnmouth beach
Northumberland’s fields of gold
Amble Harbour, lazin’ on a sunny afternoon
When I want to go back, I head for the sea. For all our modern advances, our relationship with sand and water is unchanged in my lifetime. These images could have been taken any time in the last sixty years. There is a quality of light in the sky as you approach the sea which is apparent long before you arrive at the coast. It is this I remember from long ago summer holidays, summers when the sands were too hot to walk on barefoot. I am still drawn by that light:
I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide
Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;
And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,
And the flung spray and the blown spume, and the sea-gulls crying.
Behind the dunes is the wonderful Alnmouth Village Golf Course, the oldest 9-hole course in England. On this day the fairways were brown and hard meaning the ball would run forever. By comparison, the greens were islands of lush green. I was frustrated not to be playing – in my head, sand sea and golf are inseparable.
Alnmouth Village golf course
On Saturday, under fine Northumbrian skies, we completed a 98 mile round trip to Alnwick and Alnmouth in the Elise – roof off all the way. First stop was a too infrequent visit to the glorious Barter Books housed in old Alnwick Station and then, after lunch, a drive to nearby Alnmouth for a meander along the beach. This was my sort of walk; out along the seashore and then back above the sands skirting two golf courses: The Foxton and Alnmouth Village.
My excuse for these less than fascinating facts is that I tend to use this blog as a personal diary but it does put me in mind of this recent letter to The Oldie Magazine:
I haven’t got a computer, but I was told about Facebook and Twitter, and am trying to make friends outside Facebook and Twitter while applying the same principles.
Every day, I walk down the street and tell passers-by what I have eaten, how I feel, what I have done the night before and what I will do for the rest of the day. I give them pictures of my wife, my daughter, my dog and me gardening and on holiday, spending time by the pool. I also listen to their conversations, tell them I “like” them and give them my opinion on every subject that interests me … whether it interests them or not.
And it works. I already have four people following me: two police officers, a social worker and a psychiatrist.
Peter White, Derbyshire.
Of course, none of the above applies to WordPress but I hope you “like” and enjoy this post 😀