Runswick Bay (September 2010)

A post card picturesque bay; fringed with golden sands; Seaweed draped over copper coloured rocks and stones; Sea blasted caves echoing with the ghosts of yore; White washed cottages set against small, neat gardens. In days gone by fishermen and their families Abounded here. O I can imagine the scenes! : The constant lighting of fires to keep out the cold; The gutting and salting of herring in hard times. The children praying for their fathers to come home Safe and sound. This bay blends the present with the past.