I never cease to be amazed, awed and inspired by Northumberland. It doesn’t matter that I’ve lived here for all 35 of my years; this incredible corner of the world still has the ability to surprise me.
It was en-route home after an inspiring [tiring] walk in the Cheviots that Gordon got a text from a friend. “Where did you get to? I went dog walking along Druridge Bay. If you’re interested, the submerged forest is peeping through the sand at Cresswell.”
Gordon had heard, many years ago, that there were remains of the Flying Fortress still on Braydon Crags and that during a dry summer when the peat was sufficiently shrunk back you could walk around the hags and see pieces of the wreckage scattered around like metal confetti. It was an unexpected early-Sunday-morning decision to take a journey into our favourite part of the North East in search of the site, but we decided to make hay while the sun was shining. Continue reading →
Mid-December 1944. War had been raging for more than five years between the Axis Powers and the Allies, devastating lives and irreparably changing landscapes across the globe. It was nearing Christmas, not that I imagine Sgt George Smith particularly cared about that. His mind would have been far from celebration as he dragged himself, no doubt bloodied and bewildered, from the gnarled wreckage of the bomber. Continue reading →
Northumberland is world-renowned for its vast collection of castles. Alnwick, Bamburgh, Warkworth, Dunstanburgh, Lindisfarne, should I go on? These castles, in various states of repair and disrepair are the most widely known because of their historical importance and their prominent locations either directly on the coastline or in important towns.
Whilst we love everything about Northumberland, and have visited these honey pot attractions, they don’t really fit with our away-from-the-tourist-trail exploring ethos. There is, however, a castle almost on the doorstep of our home which is little-known, and probably even lesser visited.
If you’ve ever been on the East Coast Mainline up to Edinburgh and have been looking whistfully out of the window just past Berwick, there’s a chance you’ve seen the crumbling remains of a building perched halfway down the cliffs.