We have a beautiful beach that runs for a couple of miles from Whitburn to Roker. A beautiful beach that on a sunny day attracts people from all over the area, and even on a dreadful day has its hardcore fans. A beautiful beach that twice a day is submerged by the North Sea. It’s a bit of a shame when you’ve planned your to spend your day relaxing on the golden sands, but there’s nothing you can do about it (including this fairly half-hearted attempt). Time and tide wait for no man.
So, assuming that you’re not going to write the day off completely what do you when the tide is high (guaranteed to give Blondie fans an earworm)?
For some there’s denial; “Let’s move as far up the beach as we can and turn away from the advancing water”, whilst for others there are plenty of places to sit away from this creeping threat.
For those energetic enough to walk a few hundred yards there’s the delights of Latimer’s Lobster Fest; even better if you can find someone to push you there.
Of course the tide itself is an attraction to some.
Some can be blase… …others less so.There is of course one way to overcome the tidal challenge. Perhaps Canute should have just brought his cossie, had a quick dip and then gone home with a towel or two.
Can’t say I fancied it, and thankfully neither did Nikki, for having walked the length of the prom and back I hadn’t seen anyone I wanted to photograph until I saw her smile just as i was getting back to my car. Of course she was of the “Oh no, I hate my smile” variety, but luckily her friend was persuasive. Thanks Nikki (and thanks to your friend!)