Some people see more in a walk on the beach than others see in a trip around the world. Charlene Olsen
It ‘s a very long time since I have spent time on a beach, just on the beach without sitting in a deck chair or watching small children as they tumble through waves laughing. The beach at Seahouses is rather special as it combines small pools with sand and rolling waves as well as the most stunningly beautiful patterns in the rock. As I clambered onto the shiny wet rocks I was transported back to my childhood. I remembered being 8 years old and holding my dad’s hand as we peered into the rock pools at Carlyon Bay in Cornwall. Fishing net in hand, I would endeavour to catch a shrimp or find a pretty shell to share with my mum, who always preferred the safety of a beach hut. I was amazed to discover that the excitement of discovery had not left my soul despite my ever increasing age. Armed with my camera and very tough mountain boots I began searching as the sun’s watery rays highlighted the glistening crystals of sand caught between the rocks. I was in heaven! It wasn’t long before we all became absorbed in the rock formations as well as those enticing sunlit rock pools where algae and seaweed bobbed around making their own abstract art.
I have never seen such beautiful rock patterns and along with Barry and Shelagh I began to take pictures of swirls and deep valleys that could easily be mistaken for huge craters. I found a sea slug, although at the time I thought it was a sea anemone, it was so beautiful with tiny blue tips to each of its many fronds. Thankfully Ann knew better as always. We visited the beach at Seahouses twice, as we became more obsessed with the rock formations and the artistic patterns made by a variety of debris or dead sea life.
One evening, when we hoped there would be a good sunset we walked from Embleton to Newton Point. The tide was out and Shelagh and I left the others behind as we strode out to the point in the hope we could capture the beautiful light. We were not disappointed and I took the time to set up my tripod, alter my lens to manual and fix my shot before attaching my Big Stopper. Shelagh used an App on her phone to ascertain the settings and starting at 25 seconds I waited impatiently to see what I had captured on my tiny screen. The first few were not right and I played with the timings until finally the conditions and my timing matched. I was delighted to capture a boat and Dunstanburgh castle but more importantly to me, I had caught a pink sea in my lens. By the time I had checked my screen the pink light had disappeared. We turned around to look at the view behind us and there in the distance, trying to capture a different scene, were the rest of our party. I could see a yacht and a pale pink sky and just managed to catch it before the light disappeared altogether. How quickly the beautiful light changes!
From every experience there is an opportunity to learn. I discovered age is no barrier to the enjoyment of the simple pleasures of childhood but climbing over rocks does have an impact on the knees that I don’t remember and the inner voice becomes monotonous with its reminders of what could happen if proper respect is not given to the slippery weed.