Seaton Sluice in bright, autumn sunlight.

A cold, crisp autumn morning. Everything seems sharper in this light. We were supposed to be going inland for a fell-walk, but there was a problem with one of the club's buses and the walk had to be abandoned. So my friend David suggested we go on a shorter coastal walk closer to home from Seaton Sluice to Blyth and back. Blyth with a beautiful beach and those giant propeller blades carved on the sea horizon. I don't mind them at all, but some people say they spoil the view. Though with a climate emergency maybe we are going to have to sacrifice a few views.