A Tale from Northumbria

This was on a beach in Northumbria, we stayed near Berwick-on-Tweed, which is right on the border with Scotland. We had a little cottage which ran along the banks of the River Tweed and there was even a little bridge which used to cross over the river into Scotland.
The beaches in Northumbria are magnificent, so wild and desolate and imposing. I'll never forget the howling wind as it lashed our faces and the sea was powerful and foreboding, it had such a powerful and captivating energy, I loved being there.We were lost when we took this photograph, it was raining and the mist was rolling in from the sea, plus it was drawing towards the evening. In the end we got so disorientated, I was close to tears and the mist was thick and cold. Eventually we made out some telephone wires and Gerald insisted that we ignore the map and follow the wires, and he was right because soon we came to a road and a railway crossing, very close to where we'd parked the car. It was heaven to get back to our cosy cottage and sit in front of the lovely fire!