This is where I spent my summers when I was a kid.
At low tide you can walk out along a causeway to the lighthouse. When the seas rise, the causeway is submerged and St. Mary’s become and island once again.
Not your traditional lighthouse photograph. Thinking about making a big print of this an putting it on my wall. This is a little surprising because normally I’m looking for clear blue skies and smiling faces. Sentimental value I guess.
And just in case you were wondering where you’d heard the name Whitley Bay before…
And now I’m searching through these carousels and the carnival arcades
Searching everywhere from steeplechase to palisades
In any shooting gallery where promises are made
To rockaway, rockaway, rockaway, rockaway
From Cullercoats and Whitley Bay out to rockaway
lyrics by Mark Knopfler, from Tunnel of Love by Dire Straits
Ah, Whitley Bay! Actually stayed one night at B&B near the waterfront (waiting for the ferry to Sweden to take us home), with all our wet paddling gear, including the Klepper Aerius II folding kayak, drying indoors! We, the wife and I, had a downstairs flat, with lots of beds and a kitchen (for the price of a twin bed room), so we loaded all our stuff through the window – worked brilliantly!