I have to say that I felt sad to leave Berwick this morning. What a smashing and beautiful town with so much of interest to explore. A place I shall return to, definitely.
I had to faff around a bit to restock on food and to buy gas – why is it so hard to buy gas? – on my way out. But I’d planned a short day so a delay was not an issue.
I was soon out beyond Spittal, along the low cliffs for a bit and then another five miles of wonderful sand along to Goswick.
The coast becomes salt-marshy once more before the causeway to Lindisfarne, and the track behind the dunes took on a wild air in the strong, cool breeze.
I’ve pitched up at The Barn at Beal, a farm come campsite come restaurant, looking out towards Lindisfarne.
Being an island, Lindisfarne is off route for me. I think I expected more of it visually from the land side – think Mont St. Michel – but it is actually quite indistinct from the surrounding marshes. A special place nonetheless.
I let my mind wander too. Later I shall go to the corner when the lights are coming on, and maybe I shall meet Mr. Dreamseller with his bundles of rags and reminders. Or am I missing something?
Inland on the lanes for a bit tomorrow, but castles await. Some can count themselves among those that shall not be photographed 😉 – photo friends will know.