Half-term holidays: an early morning bus from Haymarket to Northumberland and the tiny cement harbour at Craster. The weather was perfect for walking: long, streaky skies, cellar-warm air, and a washed-out sun the colour of peach, poking wanly through a hole in the cloud bank. I headed up the coastal path, past the ruined mouth of Dustanburgh Castle, Newton-by-the-Sea, and the long, white curve of Embleton Bay. Turning round at Beadnell, I caught the bus home by way of Alnwick, stopping at a second hand bookstore to pick up a fiver's worth of Graham Greenes. 
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