On a murky Friday morning I thought I would remind myself of a glorious walk in the sunshine on Wednesday. Our walking group enjoyed a five mile walk around Belhaven Bay and its hinterland. Wonderful views across the Tyne estuary and further inland, we saw a handful of swallows and martens. Still swooping and zipping through the air. Our collective response was "What are they doing here?" By rights they should have been somewhere over Morocco by now. It was magical to see them, little miracles that they are, but they better get a move on if they want to get to their winter home in good time.
There have been some cracking early morning skies this week. The sunrise has generated a strong rose gold light which has been picked up not only in the clouds but also through the silver-white grasses around the edge of the golf course. I always marvel at the clouds. Constantly changing, formations that have never been seen before, never to be seen again.



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