Its been a whole week since our whistle-stop tour of my childhood, and I still feel humbled by it. My family got back to Yorkshire on Friday, so the magic of Northumbria is well and truly at an end – but I still have a post to go so I’m lucky I can hold onto that magic for just a little bit longer. Our day wasn’t quite ended when I finished my last post which you can view here. After Lindisfarne, we got back into the car and took the coastal road – to Seahouses.
As a child, Seahouses was a firm favourite of mine. I took my tour to the Farne Islands here and saw my first beloved Puffin, I also spent a lot of time in a souvenir shop which has expanded in the many years I’ve been away and it can swallow you if you aren’t careful. Seahouses was where we came for fish and chips, it was the local harbour that introduced me to seafood – despite my phobia of fish – and that really is a love I haven’t given up.
I do have to be a little negative here however. I visited with my Mother, and when we were browsing the local shops/streets, a lot of people simply shoved past her wheelchair. I know you might be in a rush, but please – a person isn’t in a wheelchair to inconvenience you I assure you. So don’t act like it. It thoroughly disappointed me because it didn’t happen just once.
I was glad when we left Seahouses, and went to the jewel in the crown of my visits to Northumbria. Lindisfarne is a favourite of mine as I mentioned in my previous post. But Bamburgh is King of the favourites and I was so elated to share its beauty with Mike.
Is there anything more spectacular than turning on the coastal road, and having this appear in your view? I think not.
The drive to Bamburgh was rather difficult for me. Budle Bay is somewhere we had to drive through, and that’s the biggest memory I have of my Great Grandparents. I remember I went on a holiday with them to some cottages situated at the campsite in Budle Bay, and the area local to that is what I remember best. Sausage shopping with my Great Grandad – although I do think that was Belford. Taking Sandy the dog for a walk down to the beach, but never going on it.. I usually went down in high tide with a ham sandwich and fed the ham to Sandy while I ate the bread, watching for seals.
My Nanna mentioned that when he was a little boy, my Great Grandfather lost one of his friends in this very bay as they found a mine that had been washed in by the sea and they decided to hit it with sticks once before running away. His friend didn’t have the chance to run away – and it struck me then, why he went for walks sometimes on his own for a little while. Northumbria is where my family are rooted, and I’m so glad I have an affinity with such a place.
castle is the one we could see from Lindisfarne in the previous post. Again, it is one I have been inside of (and it actually holds one of my first ghostly memories..) but today due to our itinerary we didn’t make it before 5pm so it was closed. It didn’t stop us driving towards the lighthouse, finding a parking space and immediately heading for a scramble in the dunes before we lost daylight though.
This beach is where I spent a lot of our childhood holidays – as did my Nanna. I love that because while she lived around Bamburgh, I only visited – and we have a lot of the same memories. The dunes feel like they haven’t changed and before long we had crested the biggest one to the castle to take some photographs.
I’m sorry this post hasn’t been as ‘photo heavy’ as the last, but it really has been a pleasure to write and is pretty ‘memory heavy’ for myself! I wish I could spend weeks up there and who knows, one day maybe I will – just to introduce you to all of my little hideaways and favourite spots.