That is how it feels today. It has been so long since I wrote anything, or posted. And it is not even as if I have not taken any photos – I have. So time to make amends.
As a treat for my first wife, and because she is looking at possible static caravans, we went up to the north-east coast – to Whitley Bay a couple of weeks ago, though it feels like ages. I am not even going to try and condense the week into one post, nor all the photos, so one day at a time on the posts. I just hope Pink Floyd can keep up, else this is the end for them. I am going to do a Roger Waters and walk away.
So day one, we stopped at two locations. First was Mother Shipton’s cave. If you want to know about her, and the mineral waters that can turn anything to stone within 3 months, look here. It is a great place for a walk along the river as well.
After a lazy lunch by the river, we traveled on to Souter lighthouse. This was our mandatory National Trust stop which we take on every journey. Oddly this lighthouse shows, or rather used to show, a red light instead of a white one. Julie was like a little girl in a sweetshop when the guide asked her if she wanted to turn on the light, and then to start the motor that powers the rotation!
And then on to Whitley Bay…. but that is another post…