Autumn in Northumberland
Just returned from our annual, October short break in
Northumberland
En route we stopped off at Newton Aycliffe and noticed this
sculpture called In Our Image on the roundabout.
The Angel
of the North at Gateshead heralds our approach and is no longer perceived as a
blot on the landscape.
The weather was kind and we made straight for Howick Hall
Gardens and Arboretum. The Hall was home
to Earl Grey of the blend of tea and prime minister fame and his descendants
still live in a wing of the house. After
refreshments in the elegant Earl Grey Tea Rooms we spent a good few hours
walking through the grounds. The
autumnal colours were stunning.
We had a pot of Earl Grey Tea at the house of the man who thought up the blend while admiring the antique mirrors and original paintings which adorned the walls in what was the former ballroom. |
The Bog Garden |
Betula Albosinensis The stunning bark of the Chinese Red Birch |
Plenty of late Autumn colour |
On the way to the B&B, we stopped off to take in some of
our favourite haunts.
Low Newton |
The harbour at Seashouses |
Bamburgh Castle from Seashouses |
One of the Farne Islands from Seashouses |
The next day brought heavy rain, but we were not put
off. A visit to the former railway
station at Alnwick, which is now Barter Books, is always a delight. The aroma of fresh coffee greeted us and the
coal fire made a cosy retreat from the deluge which drummed on the glass roof
of the building. A vintage, model train
circulates on a track above the shelves. In box of books bought at auction in 2000 by the second-hand book dealers, the now trendy wartime poster was discovered.
Craster Harbour |
From Craster harbour with the 14th century Dunstanburgh
Castle behind us, we joined St Oswald’s Way.
This coastal trail is designated an Area of Outstanding Natural Beauty
and European Marine site. Although the
weather was wet and windy, the sight of the huge waves crashing against the
rocks was spectacular. We met only one person along the way; a woman who found
it hard to see where she was going as the driving rain on her glasses obscured
her view. Maybe there is a business
opportunity there. I can’t describe the view
with words nor capture the scene with my camera, although may have and posted
them online. We walked past Cullernose
Point, part of the Whin Sill rock formation and on to Bathing House, built
during the Victorian period for the Grey family of Howick Hall and now a luxury
holiday let. At Rumbling Kern, a small beach in a rocky cove, we left the trail
and headed inland but not before a weak sun appeared and a rainbow completed
the picture.
Cullernose Point |
The Bathing House. Now a holiday let, but almost fully booked for 2012 and 2013 |
Rumbling Kern |
As is our tradition, we visited the Metro Centre, an
enormous retail shopping mall at Gateshead, on our return journey.
Healthy Writer's Club
Encouraged by the support of the club set up by fellow
blogger and writer Shallee McArthur a http://www.shalleemcarthur.com/2012/10/healthy-writers-club-even-breaks-are.html
I have made a determined effort this week.
I walked for miles and dug out and used the exercise DVD by Joanna Hall
which claims to change your body in 28 days.
I have put on ½ lb in weight, but do feel more energised. This week’s goal is to continue the regular
exercise and try to cut back on some of the calories; not easy as I have a few social
engagements this week.
Reading: Long
Walk off a Short Porch by Gary Campana
I also came across this poem:
A Change Of Seasons
There is beauty found in dying
when Autumn dons her velvet gown—
A pastel landscape underlying
when Autumn strolls through town.
When Autumn dons her velvet gown,
deep colors in her skirt unfold.
When Autumn strolls through town,
the leaves turn crimson, brown, and gold.
Deep colors in her skirt unfold.
Summer acquiesces.
The leaves turn crimson, brown, and gold
when Autumn unbraids her copper tresses.
Summer acquiesces—
A pastel landscape underlying.
When Autumn unbraids her copper tresses,
there is beauty found in dying.
when Autumn dons her velvet gown—
A pastel landscape underlying
when Autumn strolls through town.
When Autumn dons her velvet gown,
deep colors in her skirt unfold.
When Autumn strolls through town,
the leaves turn crimson, brown, and gold.
Deep colors in her skirt unfold.
Summer acquiesces.
The leaves turn crimson, brown, and gold
when Autumn unbraids her copper tresses.
Summer acquiesces—
A pastel landscape underlying.
When Autumn unbraids her copper tresses,
there is beauty found in dying.
Kathy Lippard Cobb
Writing: For
this month’s session at the Writing Group wrote a letter to your home town and what
home means to you. These may be read out on a local radio
station. Submitted a short story and two
travel articles. No news is good news.
Watching: Historical saga Downton Abbey, Thriller Homeland
starring Damian Lewis and Hebburn,
a Geordie farce written by comedian Jason Cook.
Lovely pictures and impressive walking this week! Thanks for sharing. It was like taking a trip.
ReplyDeleteI think the Angel of the North is beautiful, but I've never seen it up close.
ReplyDeleteGORGEOUS. What an awesome trip. And great job on the exercise!
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