Northumberland - Seahouses

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 5am. Snug as a bug. I sat bolt upright a feeling of dread seeping through me. I hadn’t remembered to pay for the ***** Tyne Tunnel. Well, nothing to be done now, so I went back to sleep. 

We woke to sunshine around 8am. Ian fed and walked Monty while I frantically sought the TT payment page. Result! You can’t pay up to midnight the following day. 

We decided on cereal bars for our first breakfast of the holiday. I’m kidding, we had a lovely full English as usual.


The usual

As Ian had the heavy cold we had a very lazy morning just watching the world go by, then set off for a walk to Seahouses a couple of mile up the coast. It was eventful to say the least. Monty was good as gold on the way there, sniffing and playing with numerous dogs. The tide was out at this stage. In the town itself we sat outside a little cafe where Ian had a sandwich and a sausage roll and I had a scone. It was here where Monty first blotted his copybook by snarling and snapping at a passing dog. I was holding him at the time and Ian felt that either I am too nervous, or Monty is trying to protect me. 


Bad dog cafe

After that, Ian still had a hole to fill and decided a double decker ice cream would do it. The delicious looking top fruity flavour is vegan! 


Filling that gap

We had come into Seahouses by the road, but we followed the English Coastal Path back, across the golf course and down to the beach. There were some lovely views of Bamburgh Castle in the distance.


It’s in the FAR distance

When we got back to the beach the tide was in and we had to scramble around some rocks. Monty was very sure footed, but he did try to drink some seawater.


From the rocks




 There were some fishermen there, and looking from behind them we could have been back in Barbados. 


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The Northern Caribbean 

It was at this point Monty got stupid. He saw the waves, presumably for the first ever time, and went mental. He went all short bodied, spun around a few times, then belted off across the sands into the distance. Ian had to risk his torn hamstring by chasing after him. Eventually he stopped to drink the seawater and Ian managed to coral him. Thinking he had calmed we let him off again. Nope. Same result. Wave comes in, Monty flips. It was hilarious. So we got him back on the lead. As we walked along we met a Chow (very furry blue tongue). ‘She’s friendly’ said the owner. What big ball of fur would not be friendly? Monty, however, was decidedly not friendly, and had to be dragged away snarling and slobbering like Cujo. The Chow just looked confused. We arrived near to the site and Ian took Monty onto some rocks to see if he could coax a bit of swimming. No, just drinking sea water.


Swimming? No thanks

As they got back to the sand, Monty produced his coup de grace. Sauntering ahead of Ian he cocked his leg up on someone’s paddle board! The someone was not happy. I hung back a little so as not to seem connected. What else could I do? 
After the stress of the day we decided to walk down to the, very close, chippie, and save on cooking. We sat outside again, although it was decidedly more chilly than the day before and there was no dramatic sunset. 



Ian did the washing up, two sets of knives and forks, before we hunkered down to watch SAS rogue hero’s on Sally, my bedroom TV.

Musings

Monty is so naughty.
Always pay for the Tyne Tunnel as you go through.
Seaside fish and chips are the best.




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