It Really Is 'Grim Up North'

Well what a change in the weather. After yesterday's beautiful sunny day, we wake to thick grey clouds and mist.

We are moving on to Berwick-upon-Tweed today. Driving along the coast road and hoping to pop in to check out a couple of beaches on the way but with the weather like this we change our plans and head straight to the site to catch the bus into town to spend the rest of the day there.

We drive through Bamburgh with its impressive Castle. We've stayed here once many years ago when Tom was a toddler. An aborted nights camping, the weather was so awful we booked into the towns hotel.

Onwards to the site, with great views of the small harbour at Spittal, which you can't see today because of the mist! We catch the bus into Berwick-upon-Tweed a walled town on the border with Scotland. Well what else can I tell you about the town, not much, unless you want me to expell the virtues of it's wide range of charity shops and grey stone buildings. Oh it does have an impressive arched bridge carrying trains from one side of the River Tweed to the other, and a very nice tea room.

Sorry this is a grim place, 8.76 and this is being kind only saved by the great cafe we sheltered from the rain.

So we decide to make a quick exit. But not even that goes to plan, just about to step on the bus 'and get the hell out of this town ' and we remember Martin has left his rucksack in the cafe, tragically this means we have to find something else do for the next 30 mins until the next bus!

Back at the site we settle down to watch the local children's football match on the towns pitch, just over the wall from our van. Oh well tomorrow's another day. Czytaj więcej