Today felt a little frenetic, probably as a result of my starting late (yes, 9:00 is late, even with the luxury of a hotel breakfast).
When I am away at 6:30, most of my day is done by lunchtime and I can enjoy a gentle afternoon drift into camp. But today I hurried into Beadnell and out of Craster. I wasn’t entirely sure whether the only campsite in my target zone was viable either.
What happens then is that I speed up and stop seeing and experiencing.
Even Dunstanburgh castle came and went. There’s more of it than Bramber, but I concluded that our own castle would be legendary and romantic if it were set broodingly on the cliffs waiting for a period drama …
Longhoughton is a little inland but it is where camp is. Tomorrow I shall go through Alnmouth early and on to Druridge Bay. It’s dry too, a real plus after last night’s deluge.