A little blue

North of the river Tyne is a long way to come for a sight of the sea, but the journey was relatively painless and the two cafe stops (one known, one unknown) were excellent. Some bits of Britain still work. Cafe prices in the old S Yorkshire coalfield are a lot less than N Oxfordshire! (Though not honey prices in the shop, which is interesting)

This cold north sea makes me think of grim sea battles and freezing Baltic convoys. The sun setting in the west behind us seemed to do little to lighten the grey water, but it caught the breaking waves, heightening the contrast of white and dark water, like a smile on a stern face