Dave and I have been going to Northumberland for holidays – on and off – since 1978. Last week we went again. It was five years since the last time, and we fell in love with the place all over again: up to our necks in it, we are. When we’re there I never want to leave. And Dave wants to leave even less than that. It’s like a sickness. An obsession.
I didn’t take many photographs last week because I already have so many. Empty sandy beaches, sea, castles, space. That’s what I like. And the quiet lanes with wide verges and fragrant hedgerows and faraway views of the sea and no traffic – perfect for cycling.
Holy Island harbour:
Embleton bay and Dunstanburgh castle:
Dunstanburgh Castle from the other side:
The view from the tower:
Dunstanburgh Castle with sheep:
Yes, I am obsessed with Dunstanburgh Castle. Well spotted.
And just for completeness, here is the helicopter that rescued Loretta in BUT I TOLD YOU LAST YEAR THAT I LOVED YOU: