I'm going to post two photos today as I can't choose between them.We began our pilgrimage in the shadow of Aidan at Bamburgh where we walked through the village past the castle to the beach where we said Midday prayer and had lunch.
Pilgrim's feet; these boots are made for walking.
In the afternoon we drove along the coast and then walked to Ross Sands. We had a couple of hours to spend on the beach to use as we wished; to walk, to paddle, to sit, to think (and to sleep!)
There was a lot of driftwood on the beach, small pieces and large lumps. Some just wood alone, other pieces strangled by fishing nets and rope. How often in life do we feel like driftwood cast upon the shore? Not sure of where we will go next. Some of the roughness of the wood had been smoothed out by the action of the sea. The wood was lightened, bleached by the sun and salt. The abrasive nature of the salt, the stones and the waves and their gentle smoothing action could be seen.