Since writing the last post I have realised that my excitement about landing on Lindisfarne was premature – we actually have one more walk to do before our two night stay on the Holy Island. And this is it…..

Back in Walworth again we cross the road bridge and turn right up St. Oswald’s Way, turning left onto the coast path. For those who don’t know, (myself included), Oswald was the son of the pagan King Æthelfrith of Northumbria. After his father’s death, Oswald and brother were expelled from the kingdom by their wicked uncle and fled to Iona where they were converted to Christianity. On his return, to take back the throne, Oswald was venerated as a saint and introduced Celtic Christian missionaries to his kingdom. The long distance pilgrimage route named after him runs from Hadrian’s Wall to Holy Island Lindisfarne but more on that later.

It is another beautiful day – we walk past the golf course and along the path overlooking the beach.

At a place called Northfield a scattering of caravans look out to sea – what a wonderful location.

The path now leads us into Almouth Dunes and after a short stretch of trudging through the sand we decide to take to the beach.

I’m afraid this is yet another image of a pristine sandy beach stretching out as far as the eye can see.

As we approach Alnmouth, we meet a couple coming the other way and I ask whether they have managed to cross the estuary – no is the answer, the tide is coming in. This leaves us with a long hot detour on a cycle route, over a road bridge and eventually into the town.

We pass fields of cows lazing in the sunshine – I envy them.

Alnmouth looks pretty but we have lunch and coffee with us so we don’t stop.

Walking up and out of the town I look back to confirm that the estuary crossing is now impossible.

We reach Bracken Hill where a stone has been erected bearing an inscription which is apparently part of a poem by Judith Hill, who lives locally. I agree with it all apart from “extensive” – think I would use “expansive”. Ho hum….

A little further up the trail stands a row of attractive wooden huts/chalets. I would love one of these if we had a garden big enough to put it in. One day….

Shortly after we are directed around Alnmouth Golf Club, getting up close to the smartly turned out women golfers – I don’t dare take a photograph. There has been such a surge of interest in golf in my lifetime – it used to be the preferred leisure activity for the wealthy but now it seems to be much more accessible, I can’t see the attraction myself.

A striking tree stands in the grounds – is it a beech? They usually stand tall and straight but maybe something’s happened to this one.

From here there are not a lot of photos – in fact none. We continue to follow the path, past a caravan site and besides the beach, the sand slowly turning into mud and rock as we approach Boulmer Harbour. The Fishing Boat Inn is the one and only pub in the village and we don’t really fancy it, so from the road outside we phone an Uber to take us back to our car.

Distance: 9 miles