We spend some time trying to find a place to park on the narrow minor road, having just been told in no uncertain terms that we cannot park in the big EMPTY yard outside the cottage. But just down the road we slide into a layby overlooking Cocklawburn Beach and strap on our boots.
I am on my own this morning for this short jaunt to Bamburgh. Damian has gone ahead with the car, intending to take a look around the Armstrong Aviation Artefacts Museum in the castle. I set off down towards the beach.
A whistlestop trip to London for Damian leaves me two days in Newcastle on my own – the city is swarming with visitors, but the wonderful Geordie accent is alive and well. I venture out for walks around the city a couple of times, just to stretch my legs. This is easy to do if you’re staying by the river, and need to get to the city centre – VERY steep climbs. My only photos are of two of the seven bridges that cross the Tyne…
The Tyne Bridge………………..
……….and the Millenium Bridge.
We have some unexpected visitors in our guesthouse this morning…………….and I may need help identifying them.
Or resort to the Internet……..long tail like the swallow? But I couldn’t get the patch of red under its beak.
This is where they were heading anyway……………
We start the walk from this Bansky looky likey piece of art – not quite sure what it means…a vision of life on earth when we have polluted ourselves out of existence? Life on a distant planet?
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