THERE’S something about being close to the seashore that we find endlessly alluring.
For many people it’s wrapped up in nostalgia, in family holidays and childhood memories playing in the sand, or rummaging around in rock pools looking for starfish and crabs.
It’s a fascination that we never really grow out of. Whether it’s Scarborough and Whitby, or Blackpool and St Ives, we never tire of a stroll along the beach whatever the weather.
Here in Yorkshire we happen to be blessed with some of the most stunning beaches in the country and they don’t come much more majestic than Sandsend, pictured here with Whitby and the majestic ruins of the abbey in the distance as a couple of photographers capture the spring tides while looking out to sea.
Located at the foot of Lythe Bank, Sandsend is a pretty little fishing village with cottages set against a backdrop of cliffs and two meandering streams, which lead to the sandy beach.
While the throng of tourists and day trippers usually make a beeline for Whitby with its rich history, sweeping views and Gothic glamour, Sandsend just a few miles further up the coast is often overlooked.
But the village has its own story to tell. Sandsend and neighbouring East Row started out as separate villages, but became fused when extra cottages were built for workers in the alum industry, one of the earliest industries to take hold in the North East of England.
The village was also buoyed by tourism from the Whitby, Redcar and Middlesbrough Union Railway, which ran through the village. People could stop off at Sandsend until the station was closed in 1958.
Most of the fishing boats have been replaced by surfers these days, but both locals and visitors alike never tire of walking along this beautiful stretch of beach where, if you look carefully, you may discover a fossil or two.
Perhaps it’s the sea’s sense of permanence that we find so soothing, that lures us back time and again. Or maybe it’s just one of life’s pleasures that simply make us happy.
Technical details: Fuji x20 camera 24mm lens, 1/500th sec @ f5.8.
Picture: Simon Hulme
Words: Chris Bond