Just across the border, England’s northernmost town is Berwick upon Tweed. Walking around its town walls emphasises how impressive and charming is this town’s heritage, with medieval and Elizabethan properties everywhere. A member of the previous Walled Towns Friendship Circle, of course. Discovered a micropub, The Curfew, up a little alley with an eclectic range of real ales. Due to its seated outside area, it is now favourite micropub – you’re not forced into having conversations with everyone else.
The twin has three bridges, this one being a viaduct for trains.
A boat sculpture on the river path was too welcoming for one of our party.
On the way down to our next stayover – Durham – we drove over to The Holy Island, aka Lindisfarne. After the tide had receded, since the causeway is under water for half of the day. Learnt all about Cuthbert, what started the Christian bit over here and continued it for over 200 years until Durham was founded as a place to build a cathedral to house his body. He did die, but 11 years buried, his followers decided to take his body from Lindisfarne to somewhere secure: the Vikings had arrived! When they dug him up, his body had not decayed. That’s a defo route to becoming a saint.
On the very busy route around Newcastle some local – we’ll out him, Ray Dickson – decided to do a chariot thing and ram Delila (remember, the car YY). We exchanged info and will have to sort when we get home. Not too serious to change our plans.
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