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We've booked a week's self-catering holiday at Low Newton on Northumbria's North East.

To get there we travelled slightly north and east across the country to the opposite coast of England,

driving through Hadrian's Wall country as we skirted Newcastle, on our way to our "home for the week".

This holiday we've swapped mountains for seascapes and a west coast climate for an east coast one.

The weather over here of late has been cold and windy . . . I wonder what the forthcoming week will bring ?

The view as we drove down the final hundred yards to our holiday cottage . . . ready and waiting for us at Low Newton by the Sea.

Conveniently, it is the first half of the bungalow on the left.

A view of the sea from the back garden . . . albeit over the fence of next open garden area.

Time to swap lenses as I spot a passing yellow blob on the horizon.

It appears to be a drilling rig of some sort, being towed south down the coast.

After settling in we have time for a stroll down to the beach . . . it's a pretty dog friendly one by the look of it.

Certainly the dogs are able to enjoy themselves  . . . once I managed to sit them still for a photo.

Back to the village green and the main houses of Low Newton.

Being the first night we might just pop for a swift half into the Ship Inn in the corner, to celebrate our arrival !

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Next morning the sun is shining and it is time to get out for a walk again.

These two are ready . . . nothing for us to carry apart from dog leads, cameras and a light windproof jacket each.

Our walk starts just below the cottage where we join the coast path, heading left.

We plan a circular route around Newton Point so we set off up the hill, leaving the true coast path

which we will use on the second half of the walk as we return from the headland.

Riders are out enjoying the fine weather too.

The wider picture once the horses and other folk have moved on.

On the dunes we pass lovely areas of Scurvy Grass

It is  . . . "a small cress-like European plant with fleshy tar-flavoured leaves, growing near the sea.

It is rich in vitamin C and it was formerly eaten, especially by sailors, to prevent scurvy"  (Dictionary.com)

Cowslips

and the classic primroses

Dylan find a spot amongst the flowers.

On the headland is a large sandy cove known as Football Hole.

Beyond it is Beadnell Bay.

Zooming in on the houses, lime kilns and harbour of Beadnell.

We have often stayed in Beadnell itself but the accommodation we used to use (in view on this photo) is now closed

as the owners, Carol and Russ, have retired and no longer take guests.

The waves sweep in on the gentle north easterly breeze.

In the distance you can just make out the lighthouse of the Outer Farne Islands.

Dylan and Harry decide to sit on the coolest part of the beach . . . where the cool water drains out from the sands.

It is low tide and the seaweed and rocks are uncovered for a while.

After time on the beach we join the true coast path for the return walk to the village.

I stop to photograph the waves crashing against the rocks

but the calm seas fail to generate more than minimal splashes.

Back on the grassy headland . . . Ann and the dogs with Beadnell in the background again.

Harry, although slow, is quite content to plod around especially if the ground is soft and flat like this.

As we round the headland, the classic outline of the ruined Dunstanburgh Castle is once again in view.

There are more folk using the path now as the day progresses towards lunchtime.

Talking of lunchtime . . . see you afterwards . . . in part two.

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