Amble is the first place of interest, with a population, on your way up the South Northumberland coast. Too small to be thought of as a port and never deep enough for a dock, the fishing fleet has always been fairly so-so and that boat repair yard simply functional.
That was reflected in the town, which while always welcoming was a bit underwhelming. Queen Street serviced the needs of the locals over any visitors but that was all before the explosion. The explosion?...
The epicurean explosion of the mid-2010s! There's still a bookies and a barbers along here but there's an artisan bakery and a cookery school now, not to mention what's going on down at the harbour.
 It sort of means food and yes, the spelling and the meaning had to be double-checked.
The purpose-built building can fill you in on anything that's been missed and can be found at the bottom of Queen Street next to the Town Square.
More regeneration here and the sundial sculpture is accurate to 15 minutes, they say, which will come in handy when they start charging for the parking.
On a previous visit and at the harbour, there was a car boot sale, of sorts, where you could buy 100 metres of tin foil, one of the few commodities that's actually quicker to run than unravel.
It's now been transformed into Amble , a Rural Enterprise funded operation that brings a slight downside to being a destination for expectant diners.
While it's a thumbs-up to the seasonal, retail 'pods' selling local nosh, it looks like Mrs Guff is slightly more of a fan of those peddling hand-crafted jewellery and maritime-themed knick-knacks.
The car boot's still here on a Sunday but Amble is now, officially, that kind of a place.
Part of the that runs the Old Boat House Bistro nearby and that cookery school but what's this with the fish and chips? Creamed peas? This wooden hut might make Amble Harbour now look like San Francisco but do they think it's Thanksgiving? Creamed peas?
Sweet and not too, well, creamy, that's a bold substitution for the salty of the mushy. These were the best since Saltburn and creamed is the only way this pair now take their peas.
Opened by 'Big' Jack Charlton, , in 2016, they're expanding and this will be twice the size by the summer of 2017.
Amble you will, naturally, all the way to the end of the pier, nearly. It was known that a recent fire had almost seen to the wooden walkway but three firemen and a big suggest it was just the local news headline that was really inflamed.
Two piers here and the other one? That one's the wrong side of the River Coquet and to get there, you'll have to walk the mile-and-a-half from Warkworth and all of its attractions.
Mid-19th century these breakwaters are, built to provide some additional calm for the natural harbour. The other one has been shortened somewhat by that often choppy North Sea but neither of them can do much about the occasional tidal surges here.
Judging by the fresh seaweed on the concrete back near Bay View Cottages, the last one was about four hours ago.
Small, town trail courtesy of Amble Town Council.
You'll end up doing most of it anyway without knowing anything about it but a pair of pounds will secure you a booklet with more information.
The pier also protects a small bay, which is the preferred beach provider for many a day-tripper in July.
There's a much better beach, just to the south, off Links Road and opposite the caravans and just about at the northernmost end of Druridge Bay.
is the first place of interest, without a population, on your way up the South Northumberland coast. This spectacular, seven-mile stretch of sand is home to a country park with a visitor centre, herds of Highland Cattle keeping the reed beds in check and a number of small nature reserves.
A pair of boobies and a lesser spotted pecker? Possibly. While most people are here for the beach, some of it is set aside for nuddyists.
These diverse surroundings would have diversified further when they nearly put a Nuclear Power Station here in the 90s. The objectors won that one but the objectors are back, only this time, 20 years later it's .
There's still coal in the Northumberland seams, you see, so it seems that nuclear idea wasn't such a bad one?
The latest addition out of that epicurean explosion. Deli and 'Kitchen Buffet' although they don't do Sundays after 3 PM.
You can find them at the entrance to the new apartments, sorry, second homes, on Coble Quay or rather you once could have.
Seems they've handed the keys over to someone else to concentrate on their bistro called , which you can find at the bottom of Queen Street.
While the carbon is being commented on, these old staithes were the final port of call for the coal. The amounts were only ever modest, just serving a single coalfield, they say, but they were in use for more than 100 years and unloaded their last in 1969.
They're now home to three cormorants and a curlew, not shown, and yes, that's walkable Warkworth with its castle in the background.
 It's known that you know that wildlife types will say 'cormorant' as in 'We saw three cormorant.' That's a route that's being roundly refused, it's either... 'Seven sparrows' or... 'A spuggie'!
Sold as the '10th best venue to visit when on holiday in the British Isles' by the Sunday Telegraph. That's not the only mouthful, you're likely to see puffins returning to Coquet Island with sand eels.
Although he can't land there, Dave Gray will ferry you around the island and is something this binoc-toting pair of amateurs have inexplicably yet to do although it's pencilled in for next June.
As for the marina, it's mostly leisure with just a handful of vessels looking used to doing, what is believed to be called, a 'proper shift'.
In fact, all of the town's recent redevelopment has seen to the last of the traditional with the boat repair yard making way for apartment blocks or second homes if you'd rather.
The only upturned fishing boat hulls now are those retail pods whose design they're said to resemble and the blow torches are being used on the crème brûlées.
Tarry bottom? The name of the new Wetherspoon™s that will inevitably open here next year.
Best ice cream in the North East, scratch that the UK, scratch that the world if advising trippers are to be believed. This pair wouldn't know, to be honest, the queues have always been nearly back to Warkworth.