Atop the sea cliffs I tread the uneven foot beaten wind worn path I turn and look back look down along the line of this eastern shore across the arc of the bay towards the cliff-clinging terracotta cottages carved from the rock of the wave beaten coast I watch the writhing waves pound the seawall rocks insistently biting into the land’s defences high casting their salty spume into the sky’s blue blanket
and all the time beside me at the path’s edge the rustle of waving barley their sighing hush competing with the sea swell to bring the landscape into one waving vision the smooth surface tension of the early summer scene contesting the still silence of the placid inland rolling moors delighting both eye and mind and bringing contentment to a world of both beauty and sorrow
Runswick Bay is a small coastal village, set in a sweeping, sheltered bay on the North Sea Coast of Yorkshire. It borders on the North Yorkshire Moors National Park and the Cleveland Way National Trail runs on the coastline above the village.
The promise of the sea As it thrusts towards the shore Is of resurgent love And with it the swell in my heart soars Its tide in turn repeating What once I had before When life was young And in its flow
Now as it ebbs It is not easy To renew that glow Which once provided all the hope Of future bliss I ever needed When sun kissed seas Spoke loud their passion Their cresting waves Breaking one on one In repeating fashion Mirroring my wishes Releasing desires Bringing the froth and foam Of hope To these cool shores
Ribbed sand now reminds Of what is yet to come The ripples of my heartbeat Become the breakers bolstering my breath The thrill of expectation Arriving with the tide
On what distant shores have those same waves Broken their strength And torn in two My harried heart
After my three Photo Galleries displaying the delights of Whitby, my next two galleries will cover some of the delights of the Yorkshire coast further north, now named the ‘North Yorkshire and Cleveland Heritage Coast’.
‘Heritage Coast’ sign at Sandsend
A sea mist masks the church and gravestones of the coastal village of Hawsker
Evening view to the north from the beach at Sandsend
Rough sea looking south towards Whitby from Sandsend.
Misty morning beside Westbek at Sandsend
The picturesque artists’ village of Runswick Bay
High tide in the bay at Runswick
Further view of Runswick Bay
The old mining village of Skinningrove where the Kilton Beck meets the North Sea and still runs red with the iron deposits carried down from the surrounding hills . Known as ‘Britain’s Iron Valley’.
Kilton Culvert (N.B. not one of my own photographs)
Three views of the ‘Repus’ Cobble, an old Skinningrove fishing boat now positioned looking out to the North Sea from the beach at Skinningrove.
It is not clear why this cobble has been named ‘Repus’, but it has been pointed out that the name spells ‘Super’ backwords!
Day dawns and life now reasserts its sway;
Sleep ends and dreams now slowly fade away,
Leaving behind the gains which I thought real.
Reality and the sun the truth reveal, That time has shattered youth and brought old age.
Shall I depart midst over-arching rage, Those aspirations which I held most dear,
Abandoned now as hope gives way to fear? Now that I’m hurt, unheard and unfulfilled,
Can I refute those truths my life distilled,
And face what unmapped seas fate holds in store,
Without a faith to bear me to the shore?