Built around 1903 at the end of the pier on the north side of the mouth of the Tyne River. The pier was begging to be walked, but was sadly locked tight behind it’s gate on the day we were there.
I walk around in a world that makes me want to stop time with my camera. Knowing we’ll be living here for only a short time pushes that need to capture to the extreme, and the rapidly changing season is screaming at me to grab it, to remember, to capture the light and the feeling of being here because it will be gone.
Such is our life of travel.
Such is life.