Northumberland - Alnwick

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 We awoke to a the rain tip tapping on the roof of dame Shirley. A dreary day to match our mood. We had planned to go on a bike ride today, but changed our mind and decided to get our old friend, the midday bus, to Alnwick. Typically, as the rain poured down, the bus was late today. The driver was a very careful fellow, and the trip took about 45 mins. On arrival in Alnwick, in the pouring rain, we looked for somewhere to eat. Dog friendly restaurants are all the range these days, so that was easy.



It was here, sat in the Stonehouse in the middle of Alnwick, that official confirmation came. They had gone. This was one of those moments where you will always remember where you were, like when the News came that Princess Diana was dead, or that Alex Revell had left for Cardiff. Paul Warne tried to placate us by putting out a syrupy statement about how he loved the club and may come back one day (Ha,  in your dreams!), but Vicky and I were having none of it. Neither was Heather.
The meal arrived and we discussed the options for new manager. Some impressive,  some ridiculous. Nice food though.


Big lunch

After the meal we had a quick look round Alnwick, in the rain.



Rainy Alnwick

We didn’t linger too long round Alnwick with a wet dog, but got back on the bus to Dunstan Hill. There was an eclectic mix of people on there. Without talking to a soul we found there was a group of friends staying in seahouses having fish and chips later. A man who lived in Craster who had a degree in philosophy, had lived in Greece and Germany, and was in a band called the Doberman Sisters, and a brother sister combo. They had obviously been for their monthly shop as they had a hundred bags, and the woman hadn’t ever ever washed her hair. The driver this time definitely didn’t take it steady, in fact he took no prisoners in his quest to break the world speed record. However, he deposited us safely at the campsite gates, where the rain was still pouring.
It did ease up after a bit so Ian decided to go for a run. He came back with some photos of the stunning sunset, and no front tooth having sucked it out while drinking from his camelback!






  Later, I stood outside looking at the masses of twinkling stars and mused to myself. Will I ever forgive the Derby Four? Mmmmm. Not a chance.

Strava watch

Ians sunsetty run



No nature or neighbours today

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