After four days of fine weather we are blessed with another.

The jet stream is giving us a lovely high pressure weather system to make up for the cold Spring it gave us earlier in the year.

On our last full day at Beadnell we really must walk the length of the golden sands outside the front of the B&B.

A quick dog walk before breakfast . . . down to the beach and back in for our morning feast.

No climbing boots today . . . it is a level walk around the bay.

Looking south into the midday sun . . . Dunstanburgh Castle.

The tide is rising and gradually the sand is getting covered.

We'll have to walk higher up the beach, closer to the sand dunes, on the way back.

A gentleman tried to cut the corner to cross the river as he walked north up the beach.

We tried the same walking south . . . but both of us underestimated the depth of the Brunton Burn and had to head round to the bridge instead.

Colour worthy of a Greek holiday resort.

The bridge over Brunton Burn.

Steady walking brought us the two miles around the sands to the southern end of Beadnell Bay.

We climb the slight headland and look across the the next bay . . . which goes by the unusual name of Football Hole.

One of the small local boats is out checking the lobster pots set in the shallow water.

The prominent red sea mark defines the outer edge of the rocks that form Nooks Point.

Turning for home after a short and pleasant stop . . . diminished only by the odour of a hidden seal carcass on the beach.

Time to to retrace our steps across the main bay as we head back to Beadnell.

Five miles divided by two is two and a half . . . plus a bit due the tide being that much further in.

No need to rush . . . we've got all day.

Harry stands guard over a stone that he has carried for a while.

There's a distinct lack of sticks to play with and the tennis ball we found on the way across has also been lost on our walk back.

Back over the bridge . . . the river now flowing inland (right to left) not out to sea.

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Our last morning . . . and time to pack our bags and get ready to leave.

There's plenty of activity on the beach.

It is the last weekend in September and the moorings have to be cleared or winter insurance rates apply.

Some boats are loaded onto trailers . . .

. . . this one was bodily carried up the beach

and placed in the yacht club grounds just a short distance up the road.

Time for a cheerful goodbye.

Is Carole glad to see us go . . . or just pleased that we've had a great time ?

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Thanks to both Carole and Russ for a great five night stay at Beach Court . . . again.

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Time to be heading south.

Cumbria is almost south west from Beadnell, but we're going to combine this five night stay with four more nights in Yorkshire to

give ourselves an extended holiday . . . so we take the A1 south past Newcastle and Scotch Corner then on towards limestone country.

On the way around Newcastle we suddenly realised that we were passing the Angel of the North.

We followed the signs at the next junction and found the parking area set aside for visitors who wish to see this iconic artwork.

An information board gives some idea of the design and building of the Angel.

Click on the link for www.gateshead.gov.uk/angel . . . as instructed on the poster . . . then backspace to return.

" It was built using weather resistant Cor-ten steel, containing a small amount of copper which forms a patina on the surface so that it mellows with age "

Spreading its wings since February 1998 . . . Antony Gormley's The Angel of the North.

Leaving the main road we cut off through the Yorkshire dales, heading for Malham.

Another iconic sight, only this time a natural feature . . . Kilnsey Crag slightly hidden by the crowds of people and the pub.

The road winds its way through Wensleydale and Wharfedale.

After Grassington it turns north once more and we have our first view of the famous Malham Cove limestone cliffs.

We drive through the village and find our hotel . . . Beck Hall

It prides itself on being a dog-friendly Yorkshire Dales hotel & bistro.

Across the delightful clapper bridge . . . no car right to the door this time.

Having briefly settled in we have the chance to walk round the village whilst the sun is still shining.

The Buck Inn across Malham Beck.

A kingfisher on the blacksmith's bridge . . . sadly it was mineral rather than animal (or vegetable).

The field across the river was full of domestic and wildfowl which were able to take advantage of the riverside location.

Back at the hotel . . . beautiful reflections in Malham Beck.

Our rooms were on the end of the right hand building . . . and gave us easy access to the garden.

One of the more unusual garden seats . . . with lovely lights in the tree behind . . . as dusk began to fall.

My feeble attempt at a night shot of the hotel . . . something must have wobbled

. . . but it did look rather nice and was really worth a photo.

Inside the Snug after dinner . . . a room full of people and dogs . . . and not a cross word or angry growl anywhere.

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