
We walked south along the coast, past golfing umbrellas and flooded bunkers. Past broad beans in flower. Dunstanburgh Castle rose ghostly in mist and rain, Gull Crag and Rumble Churn looking dark and gloomy, with basalt rockfall thick at the base of the cliffs.
We entered by the main gatehouse, went out beyond the curtain wall and found a sheltered lunch spot looking down into Queen Margaret’s Cove.