In either the first or second year in my secondary school, I can remember being hauled off on a field trip along the Northumbrian coast from Craster to Dunstanburgh Castle. It was a foul winter's day and as I've never been a particularly good bus traveller, the day was not a complete success. Rumaging in rock pools was not much fun!
The experience did not put me off.
Even on a cold day that part of the coast is truly beautiful and I have visited it regularly over the succeeding forty odd years.
There's an interesting feature about 15 minutes from Craster. It looks like human intervention has cut a small cove into the rock.
And it reminds me of Rudyard Kipling's Smugglers' Song.
" Watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!
Five and twenty ponies,
Trotting through the dark -
Brandy for the Parson,
'Baccy for the Clerk;
Laces for a lady, letters for a spy,
And watch the wall, my darling, while the Gentlemen go by!