Snapshots: to the lighthouse
My horrendously early (but still late) start on Saturday morning got me from Sheffield to Berwick-upon-Tweed before 09h00. I was rewarded not only with a spectacular sunrise en route but also the entirety of a gorgeous day under cold, clear blue skies. Being British my relationship to the sea is very simple: whenever I get near it I respond to a compelling intrinsic urge to go and look at it, but not for so long as to develop any attachment or affection for it. So I struck up for the end of Berwick’s pier, and the old lighthouse that guards the mouth of the Tweed’s narrow estuary.
Berwick-upon-Tweed, seen from the lighthouse at the end of the pier.
Spittal Promenade, seen from the lighthouse at the end of Berwick-upon-Tweed’s pier. This line of houses seems to have been lifted from some other northern town and dropped onto the sands of Spittal.