After reading recent letters, I felt I had to write recalling the time I took my grandchildren on a picnic to Druridge Bay last summer.
They live in the Midlands where there are no beaches and love to visit South Beach when they come up here.
Because South Beach can get very crowded, and I haven’t been to Druridge for years, I took them there.
After negotiating our way through the piles of dog poo around the dunes, we went to put our food bag on one of the concrete blocks when my grandson pointed out the block was smeared in what looked like human excrement.
There were piles of used nappies, cans, plastic bottles and buried carrier bags.
Needless to say we packed up and headed to South Beach instead.
Forty years ago when I used to occasionally take my son there, before everyone had a car and there were not cyclists barging around or cafes springing up, Druridge was a wild, natural and beautiful place – a true jewel, but not now.
It seems like it’s tourism that is spoiling Druridge Bay.