Sandwood Bay

These images owe much to Photoshop.  On a day when the met office were forecasting everything bar a plague of frogs, we considered ourselves lucky to complete the nine mile walk out and back to Sandwood Bay in the dry.  It is a wonderfully isolated spot but nothing like as isolated as it used to be – there were would-be Bear Grylls types camping in the dunes, hearty family groups kitted out for the Arctic and another couple like ourselves, out for a long morning walk.  In 1973 there was nobody but ourselves and James McRory-Smith (and for that story you will have to read Golf in the Wild – shameful, I know 🙂 ):

On the path ... On the path ... Sandwood Loch ... Sandwood Bay ... Memories ... Sandwood Bay ...

For an in-depth post on Sandwood Bay, see the excellent Mart in the Hills