Waves

I had a quiet morning at home while the boys went to church.  Three loads of washing done and hung out, chicken korma cooked for tea and a syrup cake baked.  After lunch we headed down the coast and visited Burnmouth – another one of these places we have never been before. We pass by every time we drive down the A1 heading to the in-laws in Yorkshire.  It  is the last village in Scotland (or the first as you drive north).  The houses by the A1 are Upper Burnmouth.  We headed down a very steep road which took us to  Lower Burnmouth which is huddled in at the bottom of the cliff.

Lower Burnmouth is split into four smaller communities: Lower Burnmouth, Partanhall, Cowdrait and Ross.  We walked from Ross to Partanhall, and felt like we had left the world behind as we had also left the sunshine at the top of the cliff.  We reckon you would have to be pretty tough and self-sufficient to live here.  We were mesmerised by the big waves crashing over the rocks, and could only begin to imagine what it must be like in a full blown storm.

We then headed back up the steep road to be met by the sunshine at the top of the cliff and drove round to Eyemouth.  Again we were entranced by the crashing waves, and BB’s wish came true – he got wet.  We walked round by the harbour and enjoyed the last of the sunshine, before heading home for tea and homework.

Lots of blips again today.  Another day, another wave – much bigger than yesterday’s.  These waves were crashing off Burnmouth.