One of the fab things about blogging is how many ideas I get for days out and holidays. It's brilliant - like having my own personalised travel section of the Sunday paper! All I have to do is sit back and follow all my favourite blogs... which of course I've chosen because I admire their aesthetics, taste, outlook on life, sense of humour or whatever... so when I see a post about a holiday or a favourite place, I immediately sit up and take notice, knowing it's more than likely I'll love it too.
This is how we ended up at
Sunderland Point on Sunday, having seen
Jackie's post about collecting driftwood there a few weeks ago. I had read that driftwood fires burn with a lovely bluey green light and since it's nearly time for the first autumn fire I had a deep yearning to see if it was true. I love the sea in all its manifestations so the chance to get blown around on lovely pebbly beaches and estuary salt marshes was too good to miss.
Sunderland Point is marshy and can only be reached by a causeway when the tide is out.
It does get very windy...
It has a lovely lost and forgotten atmosphere. We found this abandoned gipsy caravan at the tide's edge.
The edges here are wild and surprising yet woven together like a tapestry.
Because it is washed by the sea twice a day lots of interesting little plants grow in the pebbles.
I even found some seaside knitting...
And a strange fossilly thing...
We had loads of fun collecting driftwood and I made mine into bundles thanks to some lost string.
Rory found a German box to put his in.
Sunderland Point has definitely gone on my list of favourite places, so thank you Jackie!
Other places I'm dreaming of visiting... the Scottish islands, thanks to
Kate's beautiful introduction, Wentworth in South Yorkshire courtesy of
Diane, and another trip to Northumberland after reading
Lucy's lovely posts. If I keep saving my airmiles we might make it to some of the places
Viv showed us in Bruges, or maybe even
Helen's inspirational Venice...
Have you been inspired to travel somewhere thanks to a blog post?
I have been feeling a little bit deaf recently... as if my hearing range has shrunk and the low, resonant notes, the high, delicate notes, have been tuned out. All I have been hearing is the flat, tinny thumping of life's main tune. The harmonies, the ornaments, the nuances are silent for me at the moment. An experience shared by most women, mothers and grandmothers at different times of life, I am certain.
