The May Day Bank Holiday was characterised by driving north while loads of caravans journeyed south; to our surprise the Breamish valley seemed to be occupied by lots of chava families; unusual to find anyone there at all; normally we dam the river all on our own!
In Ingram village we stopped for some research (really for a Magnum!);Ingram church is lovely and greeted us with the heavy perfume of lilies; gravestones reminded us of names which are timeless........
After playing Poohsticks on Linhope bridge, we strode in sunshine and cold air up to Linhope Spout; please tell me why people take their dogs to beautiful picnic sites in countryside or beach- then don't clean up after their pets? Ugh! Vile!
The waterside meadow was scarred by barbeque burns scorched black into the grass.
We picnicked at the top of the waterfall.... only to hear the cry from my 'photographer 2' (my camera battery died so D3's mob took over)..... 'aagh! Me apple' which rolled out of a plastic bag and into the river and over the top of the Spout never to be seen again.....even in the plunge pool below.... so if you are ever in Berwick upon Tweed and an apple floats past in the Tweed- it is ours!
Oooh! I am excited! A parcel was delivered today- a thank you present- an eco friendly gift requisitioned from the Eden Project- a bee log..... so where to hang it? I should have the most wonderful pollinators abounding in my garden.
and a RAG balloon has been found in the Czech Republic- that is further away than Berlin!
The dicentra (bleeding heart) is waning as is my false quince and lilac; daisies grace every lawn; the beech is unfurling its leaves.
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