The summer solstice, inevitable then that we would be joined by a group of lads and lassies at midnight to welcome in the longest day. Unfortunately they were not quiet about it, playing music, singing and shouting before heading down to the beach. All was calm for about an hour, and then came the return of the revellers. My mind drifted to them skinny dipping, but of that I will never know. By 2.30 am they were still in the party mood and finally, with the slamming of car doors and radio's turned up to full blast, they left. Peace was once more restored. What I couldn't fathom, though, was Ian slept through the lot! Yet, if I as much as let out a snore, I'm woken up by a hefty kick! Unbelievable!!!
|Isn't that just the perfect wild camping spot?|
|That was the path leading down to the beach and where those revellers went at midnight,|
Not a good day, today, with rain and high winds, and we very nearly cancelled the trip to the beach. I was adamant that my feet were going to be dipped in the sea though, so armed with waterproofs and sandals (weird combination on a day like this) after breakfast we headed off.
I did it, Ian chickened out and no Ian the water was not icy cold! What was cold was the wind, whipped around my toes and legs causing me to curse that I had even thought it was a good idea.
|A lovely expanse of sand to walk on.|
We would have spent the morning lazing on the beach but instead headed off towards Northumberland and a place called Seahorses. The best time to see Puffins is at this time of year, and the Farne Islands are full of them. We, therefore, have booked a tour leaving from Seahorse Harbour tomorrow morning.
No wild camping for us tonight 'cos the loo needs emptying and the water tank is low. Unfortunately, the only site we managed to book into has no electric available. Never mind, the 70-mile trip up the coast has charged the batteries nicely.
|A very scruffy and plumped up Reed Bunting|
|A little ringed plover|
|Orchid growing on the sand dunes.|