The north end of the beach at Kinnaber, near Montrose, is a fairly dynamic beach environment. The east coast has plenty of mobile dunes (except where 45 has anchored them in place with grass and rock, but don't get me started). Kinnaber is an interesting place, full of tank traps and old war infrastructure. Sediment transport is generally northwards, because of the prevailing winds, while sea transport is generally southwards, as the tide comes in from the Atlantic around the north coast of Scotland.
There have been some heavy rain storms in the last few days, and when we took the ridiculous derp wolf for a walk, the mouth of the North Esk had experienced a spate dump and shifted slightly north (although not as far north as it has been in the past).
I saw something odd sticking out of the sand near the abandoned nets, and later googling discovered it was the wreck of the Edward, a four man brig that foundered on the beach on November 26th 1852, all hands lost. She came aground belly up, and these rusted iron plates must be all that was left of her.
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I bumped into a couple of other dogwalkers who wanted to meet the wolf, and mentioned the wreck. They've been walking there for years at all state of the tide, they said, and had never seen such a thing. I love how ephemeral the beach is, this in-between space where things appear and disappear over the course of minutes, days, weeks, months, years.
Sam
