Hello again everyone and a warm welcome back to my ramblings, both physical and verbal. I don’t quite know where this sudden bout of productivity has come from but I do seem to be getting quite a lot done here which I suppose makes up a little for the time recently when I went incognito for rather too long.
My much appreciated regular readers will know where I am but if you have just randomly landed on this page I should explain briefly that it is to do with a trip I took in May 2022 which was initially meant to be four days meeting some travel writing friends in Newcastle-upon-Tyne in Northumberland but has rather stretched on since then. If you wish to read the story from the beginning, you can do so here.
Hello once again and welcome back to what was turning from a four day trip into something of a Northern saga. Still, if landing on the gorgeous Northumbrian coast and moving inland was good enough for the Vikings I reckon it was good enough for me. I do hope you are enjoying reading about it half as much as I enjoyed doing it. In the previous post I had promised you a bit of a tour of Morpeth so, if you fancy it, let’s go for a walk.
As I did not have to check out and had nothing particular to do (as usual on the road) I had awarded myself a lie-in but not a major one and on waking I took a look out the window where heart dropped slightly as it was the most dismal, dreary, wet day you can imagine. Well, it wasn’t going to stop me as I had my trusty leather bike jacket with me which is both pretty waterproof and very warm, it weighs a ton. I was glad of it when I ventured outside as, not only was it drizzling but it really wasn’t that warm, it was difficult to believe we were only a couple of days away from June but that is the British weather for you especially the further North you travel. The image of the main street shows just how foul the conditions were.