First there is Hadrian: milecastles, hill forts and temples and bucket loads of history from its turbulent English – Scottish conflicts. Where man and beast walk on the wall.
Then there are the green fells and bubbling rivers stained tea brown from all the tannin, and the heather-clad Pennine landscape where sheep abound and rare alpine plants can be found.
Mile after mile of roller coaster roads with their blind summits and hidden dips, twisting hairpin bends and narrow single lane bridges arching over wee burns. And long forgotten viaducts striding over a river many vertiginous feet below.
Invigorating walks lead past houses built in a golden stone with pots full of bright red geraniums and purple petunias cascade and where inviting tea-rooms with a friendly welcome are set amidst old rail tracks. Stop at a traditional pub, some dating back to the 12th century, others used as a meeting place in the Jacobite Rebellion, where smiling bar-staff greet you with their warm northern accent and make you reluctant to leave.
Explore villages and small towns where houses are crammed together supporting one another, wander down hidden snickets and narrow cobbled lanes with secret gardens. Where churches with ancient churchyards are open at all times welcoming strangers to view their beautiful stained glass windows, bell towers, carved pulpits and unusual altars or simply to admire the craftsmanship of the home-made pew cushions, lovingly stitched by the congregation.
Finally there’s the coast and the castles. Wide, sandy beaches, river mouths and harbours and huge dunes with wild flowers. Tide timetables to consult, micro breweries and Craster kippers to taste, seals and summer sea-bird colonies to see and a walk to a castle last occupied during the Wars of the Roses. A church cut off from its village by the river changing its course in a violent storm over two centuries ago. History is around every corner.
Herons and cormorants and twenty-five white swans on the River Coquet at Warkworth, swifts and finches flying in and out of the barns, stopping to briefly rest on the top of a stone wall beside you, but not long enough for a photo. The call of an owl, the sighting of a hawk. Dozens of rabbits scurrying around a churchyard at dusk. Grouse strutting nonchalantly along the lanes as if they know it’s not the shooting season.
And the sky – the big open sky – cumulus clouds, a rainbow over the fells, the zillion stars and the Milky Way. You want to gaze at it all the time. Your eyes are drawn upwards. And driving home in the dusk after a very long day you round a final bend and slam on the brakes as a young deer glides across the road in front of you. It stops, hesitates, eyes shining in the headlights before turning around to disappear back into the gloom of the woodland from whence it has come. Serendipity.
TRAVEL WORDS 
There is something timeless about the north-east coast. Bamburgh Castle, magical on the beach, small fishing harbours, unchanged in decades. You captured the feel of the place so well Jude. First rate! One of my favourite posts you have published.
Regards as always, Pete. x
Aw, thanks Pete. I wrote this a long time ago and the words just sort of tumbled out in a rush like a poem! My first trip to Northumberland and I was totally enchanted.
The photos are superb and the narrative wonderful. I love Northumberland very much. I am going to Wooler for a long break shortly 🙂
It is a beautiful area. I need another, longer, break up there too.
Great post Jude! The photos show the beautiful countryside off so well and your words tell a story. Just lovely!
Thanks Debbie, we saw so much in a short time which is why those words pretty much wrote themselves!
I thoroughly enjoyed your photographs and the words you composed as such a beautiful complement to the scenes.
Thank you 🙂
Wonderful pix and travelogue, Jude.
Thanks Tish 🙂
Lovely lyrical words to the beauty that is the English country side and the accompanying images are a tribute to historical rural England. I loved this post Jude
The words practically wrote themselves PP. they Just flowed… not often I get so inspired.
It is good when that inspiration strikes, I think those lovely photos would inspire you…
Your beautiful photos and poetic description makes me yearn to wander this land. I feel like I’ve just had a personal tour 🙂
I’m glad you enjoyed the journey 🙂
This post has sold me on this tranquil and enchanting place. You could submit your post as a travelogue and draw in crowds easily. Your photos have captured so much and so well, I feel I’ve been on holiday. ❤ ❤ ❤ Thank you. All your posts and pictures are superb, but this one is my most favorite.
Hope you enjoyed your ‘holiday’ Tess 🙂
It has probably left you a little breathless…
Yes, all those hills and valley, as well as the stunning view, have left me breathless both physically and mentally. ❤ ❤ ❤
Book me a flight on the next plane there: your description in words and pictures is enough to entice anyone. Each of those places is worth a walk, and a long one.
ditto to everything said here: the greenery in the photos and the poetry of words – make me wanna hop on the next plane and go visit.
wonderful post, thank you.
Many thanks Debbie 🙂