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We bought a sporting kite from the shop at Seahouses. Lovely beaches, strong breeze, deep blue skies, so why not? Had some great fun tagging at the strings after we returned from the Farnes.
Bamburgh, capital of the ancient city of Northumbria, was most famous for its imposing castle. Mucked about on the hills behind the Bamburgh Dunes in the late evening, waiting for the sun to descend behind the castle.
The Holy Island of Lindisfarne is a funny one. Accessible only during low tides, across a motor causeway. We went on Saturday but there were people in their Sunday best, presumably for some important church function or another. The first monastery was founded there by a St Aidan in 635AD, and itâs been the site of Christian pilgrimage ever since. Now the skeletal ruins of the Lindisfarne Priory remain.
It was a few hoursâ drive away from Northumberland National Park . The weather was being miserable, so we mostly stayed in the car, driving along a section of Hadrianâs Wall for a while. Most memorable was the Forest Drive, one of the highest roads in England. We were blanketed by a thick layer of fog as we got to the middle of the forest. Otherwise quite scenic most of the time.
Still misty and grey, we reached the Borderlands. There were two huge boulders marking the English-Border line: on one side was etched âScotlandâ and the other, âEnglandâ. Passed through the Scottish town of Jedburgh and its Abbey before returning southwards towards our lodgings in Belford.
Our adventures in the north being over, we headed London-bound on Sunday, dropping by the City of York. Easily one of the more beautiful cities in this part of England. Gothic architecture melded with Victorian and the modern. Historical town walls and ramparts surround the city centre, much of it still intact and walkable. Plenty of green spaces, and very happy people.