… in Hexham. It will be September before we start travelling again so the summer months will be based at home: playing golf, putting miles on the motorbikes and keeping up with the endless maintenance tasks that are part and parcel of owning a converted cow byre. This year we are experimenting with changing the colour of the external woodwork, something I may live to regret.
Although we live in the country, almost everything you need is within a few miles drive, in the local towns of Hexham and Corbridge. Everything else is available on the Internet. The problem is that these last few weeks, Hexham has moved several miles further away. The main access from north of the Tyne has been severed while essential repairs have been carried out to the railway bridge. It can be quite pleasant wandering the much less crowded streets but it has done local businesses no favours. In no particular order, these are some of the images captured around the town over the last week:
To round off, this is the mill at The Linnels, just outside Hexham – it is too easy to pass by familiar places and take them for granted:
This is a selection of images from Blip over the last seven days. It has been a quiet week in Lake Wobegone – two rounds of golf, one on the coast and one in Yorkshire (Spring must be around the corner); no rides out on the bikes, too darn cold but the chains have been cleaned and oiled; various walks around Hexham, including one to the station – hence the picture of Les Dawson. It is a look I have enthusiastically courted all my life – disapproval – reassuring that I can still do it 🙂
I finished reading Adlestrop Revisited by Anne Harvey, an anthology inspired by Edward Thomas’s poem. It includes this by Martin Newell, an extract from Adlestrop Retrieved:
Bombastic brash and over-prone
To shouting on his mobile ‘phone
He’s cancelling his three o’clock
Or booking tickets for Bangkok
So fellow travellers have no choice
But hear his self-important voice.
“I’ve godda window, Tuesday. Noon.
“Yup. Abso-lootly. Speaktcha soon.”
No sooner has he closed the thing,
His brief-case then begins to ring.
And down it comes from off the rack.
“I’m breaking up, I’ll call you back.”
As fellow travellers wish he’d stow
His mobile phone where phones don’t go.
And so the pompous prat proceeds
From Paddington to Temple Meads.
Have a good week all and may you find life’s silent coach 😜 🚊
This is my personal contribution to the current trend for Slow TV – a routine drive out to Corbridge for petrol (and back). It may not be as good as a canal trip along the Kennet and Avon, nor as engrossing as the Sami and their reindeer but there are highlights – a friendly postman, kamikaze pedestrians and an ancient tractor – see if you can see them before the motion sickness kicks in. Has Beethoven’s 9th (royalty free) ever sounded better 😝
This is really just an exercise in testing and getting used to a GoPro camera which is small enough to put anywhere – on the dash, attached to a crash helmet and one day, maybe, mounted on a drone.
In the meantime enjoy the continuing diabolical weather in Northumberland and the heavy mist along the Military Road – the prayers have yet to be answered 😡
… I can’t forget the time or place
Where we just met
Falling, yes I am falling
And she keeps calling
Me back again
These two images were taken in St Andrew’s Church, Corbridge on a bright Autumn afternoon. There is something irresistible about backlit stained glass in the cool of an old English Church; a bright and fitting way to remember little Annie:
Weekly Photo Challenge: Summer lovin’. Thus far it has been a fabulous summer in Northumberland and fortunately we have no plans to go anywhere until the Autumn – what is the point when we live in this glorious county.
This was my summer lovin’ week in Northumberland:
Sunday – heavy rain overnight but the skies are clear:
Monday – temperatures are rising and it is becoming almost ‘too darn hot‘:
Tuesday – an evening walk along the Tyne at Corbridge – it is looking low:
Wednesday – remember this heat in the bleak, dark December days:
Thursday – a view across a sweltering county from Hedley on the Hill:
Friday – There is talk on the local news of the heat damaging road surfaces – can’t resist it can they – no good news without the obligatory bad. This one seems to be holding together:
Saturday – sailing through Kielder Forest:
(click on the images to enlarge)
We walked up to Beaufront Hill Head again on Thursday and the change from the previous week was dramatic. The sun was hidden by a blanket of cloud and the barley had been harvested – it felt like the year was on the turn – one shot, more ways:
(Apologies to Tina Schell who had asked to see colour versions of the previous post – I tried but they lacked any drama – so here are some even gloomier versions :-))