Who knew? Certainly not me. Mile after mile of the most beautiful, unspoilt scenery.
Rolling hills, massive skies, wonderful huge fluffy clouds, meadows and vales and forests, sunsets to live for.
Then there’s the coast, designated an Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty, with a 35 mile road running along side. Dune grass and castles, a perfect sea, seabirds everywhere. Our first stop was Craster famed for its kippers, although the town’s famed smokehouse restaurant was closed on a Sunday, so I settled for the burger van by the tourist information booth. Kippers from a van? Ah but they were so good – marinaded in spices, then cooked in tinfoil on the hotplate, and served in a bun. Delicious! They were holding an artists open house event in Craster that day – one artist had a piece (not for sale) about the perils of a road trip – talk about synchronicity.
After buying some prints, we stopped again after Seahouses to explore the dunes, then made our way to Bamburgh Castle.
What a Castle – huge, perched on the side of the sea, impeccably restored.
Everything seemed to conspire to give us picture postcard views - a games of cricket on the green in front of the castle; a kite flying over the dunes. If you are lucky, I'll show you the full set of photos some day.
We stopped at some great pubs. The Gun Inn near Bellingham sported amazing views for miles around and friendly locals. Great fish was had at the Cross Keys in Thropton. I just wanted to record that in case, sorry make that for when, I go back.
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