Following on from the previous post, this is evidence that the beach was not entirely empty. It was a bitter March day with a stiff wind coming in off the sea – not a day for sunbathing but perfect for flying a kite. The beloved is exiting stage right – a Geordie girl, even she has had enough of the north east’s biting cold for one day:
(just experimenting with soundcloud – a tribute to Wilhelm Reich, it has some vague relevance to this day)
England’s northeast coast is one of the most spectacular in the country but remains perennially quiet and largely deserted; long may it remain so. This is the view across the sands at Embleton to the distant ruins of Dunstanburgh Castle which stand like a witch’s teeth on a spellbound horizon.
I know this stretch of coast intimately – just inland is Dunstanburgh Castle Golf Club and its fine links course established in 1900. The day I took this photograph I was not playing and not really regretting it. The racing waves are testament to a harsh north-easterly, the sort of day when a golf ball adopts a largely independent life (at least when I am holding the club):
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