Curious Beadnell & The Sand Martins…
(Beadnell Bay, Northumberland…)
The choice was a whim, quite honestly, merely
A decision made by an inquisitive mind, wondering…
Parking was simple, the curving sandy beach somehow comfortable and instantly
Likeable, its jaunty tide and its hilly marram grass dunes rather welcoming.
As the sea edged further towards the land, waves broke over an angled arm
Of the small and curiously west-facing harbour, nursing one vessel, moored, tethered
And protected from the North Sea’s storms and inevitable harm,
Behind which a stone memorial to the lime kiln industry endured, gleaming, if weathered…
Yet incongruously, close to the harbour arms, where the beach began its arc,
A small but low section of dune had been holed by nesting Sand Martins, as if shelled
By cannon fire and the birds chittered and skimmed about the shoreline, exposed and stark,
Seemingly oblivious to the proximity of humanity, their tasks unwavering, their patience held…
Pete Ray…
28th April 2026…
Beadnell’s curving and sandy, dune-backed beach was pleasing but close to the neat and unusually west-facing harbour was a small area of dune, being used by nesting Sand Martins.
They were a joy to watch and hear, as they swooped into and out of their holes, yet they were so close to people walking, most of course with their dogs in tow…
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