Diary of a Deckhand

Alnmouth beach is a long expanse of golden sand framed with the buildings of Alnmouth village. Grassy dunes roll along, their marram grasses stirred to a gentle hiss by the cold but weak breeze. The north sea hardly ripples, waves of all of a foot high climb the sandy incline, only to sweep back again.

Alnmouth beach was an excellent place to come and play when i was a child. The great expanse of sand and numerous places to make dens, castles and all manner of things long forgotten now. Later it became a place for me to ride horses and find that hitting wet sand from a height of 6ft feels like hitting concrete! During my time at university it became somewhere that i could study the marine ecosystems and the numerous efforts to reduce the erosion which seems to plough on regardless of what we put in its path.

The final thing Alnmouth Beach did for me before i left for Orkney was to give me hope. Unemployed and unable to dive for medical reasons i suddenly found a passion for photography. Alnmouth Beach offered endless subjects and it kept me sane, getting me out of the house when all i wanted to do was hide under the duvet.

So here are a few pics of the beach.