After last night's pre-midnight soiree onto the beach, the clear skies held and today was going to be a beautiful sunny day; just as the forecasters had predicted. I could see through the curtains that sunrise would be a half decent one, but to be honest I couldn't be bothered to throw some clothes on and head out before breakfast, so just waited until later to head out for the day.
We left at 10am and after parking up in Craster at around 10:30am we were soon hiking down the Northumberland Coastal Path towards Howick Haven. The path is typical of coastal paths, with undulations that aren't particularly challenging but provides you with a relaxing walk with the sea breeze to keep you company.
We reached our furthest point down the coast after about 2hrs so stopped to explore the rocky expanse where the French trawler Tradorne crashed on the rocks in 1913. There's little left now apart from the ship's boiler that sits on the rocks about a quarter of a mile from the shore. Thankfully today the tide was out and it enabled me to get within about 50m of the boiler before nerves stopped me from going any further.
It was now around lunchtime to we parked our backsides on the rocks and enjoyed our snack before setting off back in the direction of Craster. Our route back took us inland a little then across the countryside back into the village. To our surprise Pipers Pitch the famous food van was open, well to my surprise, Donna had predicted that it might be. So we spent 20 minutes chatting to the owner as we waited for our food to be cooked, and then enjoying the food as we sat out in the fresh air. Now don't think because this is a van it's like you might get outside of a nightclub at 2am, check out the reviews on Tripadvisor!
By the time we arrived back at the cottage it was 3:30pm, but as we wanted to catch sunset we parked ourselves on the sofas for 15 minutes, then togged back up and headed down to the harbour. To be honest it wasn't the best sunset, but better than nothing so I shouldn't complain. Around 5pm we headed back, the small amount of colour that had surfaced had disappeared from the sky and my finger ends were starting to get very cold. So back for 'cosy time'.
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