The Northumberland coast is exceptionally good and often windswept. The first morning I went down to the beach before breakfast -lured by the sound of breaking waves - to see what was what. The remains of Dunstanburgh Castle were silhouetted by the morning sun.
The easterly wind had created a good swell and there were half a dozen surfers enjoying the breakers but too far out for good photos with my wee lens. This guy conveniently posed on his way home for breakfast.
The beach did provide a few other subjects, seaweed, birds and boulders. The birds were a bit blurry in the low light but I thought the blurriness was a bit arty, so what the hell.
Blurry-arty-birdy
And a few lumps of rock.
Vans are brill.
