April 27 - Kielder Water and Curious Marital Rituals in Scotland

Over our usual breakfast we asked our hosts to book us a table at Carts Bog Inn for our last meal (their son works there as an assistant manager). The food was so good the first time and they reportedly had roast beef and pork Sunday nights so we didn’t want to miss that.

 Located about 25 miles north of Hexham, Kielder Water is the largest artificial lake in the United Kingdom and is surrounded by the Kielder forest, which is beautiful, wild and full of trails to hike around the “water.”  We first stopped at Tower Knowe visitor center but the coffee facilities seemed a bit spartan so we pushed on to Leaplish, near the other end of the "water." After settling in at a window overlooking the lake we spent a leisurely early afternoon enjoying the view of the water while sipping coffee in the warmth of the Boat Inn. 

It was just about noon when we arrived and they were setting up for Sunday afternoon roast dinner: roast turkey, beef and pork all part of the carver section of a long buffet. However, we opted to skip the large meal and instead drove over to nearby Kielder Castle to have lunch in the tearoom there.

Tower Knowe visitor center
Kielder Castle

Susan had to try the pastry -- which was OK
From Kielder Castle we took back roads (narrow lanes in some places) crossing back into Scotland and eventually made our way to the Solway Firth just outside of Gretna Green. During the past two days we had traversed from coast to coast (more or less), from the North Sea in the east to (almost) the Irish Sea in the west. 

looking north
looking south
the wilds of Scotland
Solway Firth
From the Firth we drove back into Gretna Green and stopped for tea at the Famous Blacksmiths Shop of Gretna Green.

Since 1753 when English law prohibited couples under the age of 21 from getting married without parental consent and Scotland didin't, there quickly developed a rush for teenagers to elope north of the border. And right across the border was Gretna Green where an enterprising blacksmith turned marriage into a lucrative side business. He was soon joined by others and to this day Gretna Green is a popular wedding destination. (You can still seal your vows over the old anvil.)

It was rather late in the day by the time we arrived and the courtship maze was closed. It didn't matter since a light rain was still falling, which would probably have prevented any of us from checking our compatibility with one another. So we opted to have coffee inside the rather cavernous cafe area, really several areas that seemed to blend together. In fact, we were in just one building of what appeared to be a rather serious theme park (without the rides) devoted one way or another to getting married. I wonder if there's similar venue that's centered on staying married, and if so do they have rides?

one of the interior portals at the Famous Blacksmiths Shop
From Gretna Green and Scotland we returned to Northumberland and England and back to Fairshaw Rigg where we relaxed for an hour or so before heading out to dinner to the Carts Bog Inn (again).

Our second visit turned out to be as pleasant as the first — the food was just as good (perhaps better?)  and we all thoroughly enjoyed a wonderful meal of food produced in the local styles: roast beef with Yorkshire pudding (Richard had the same thing but with roast pork), Susie had salmon and Pauline enjoyed another “Bog Burger,” with chips of course. Everything was washed down with local ales.

roast beef with Yorkshire pudding on a bed of mashed potatoes, roasted potatoes, roasted parsnips with a rich gravy

salmon
We topped the meal off we a round of desserts: tart for Susie, cake for Richard and ice cream for myself and Pauline. Delicious and certainly in an entirely different league of quality from our experience at the Pheasant in Jedburgh.

this was two scoops of ice cream!
lemon tart
After we returned to the B & B we said goodnight and Susie spent a quick half hour packing up for our morning departure back to St. Albans.

April 26 - Castles, the North Sea and Scotland

Another morning of getting up late and sitting down at 8:30 for breakfast. It was John, Julie and our group again chit-chatting through porridge (for some) and egg and toast (for me). When Richard mentioned that we were heading to Holy Island that afternoon John kindly provided us with the tide table that he had recently downloaded from the internet. (Holy Island is accessed only during those hours when the tide is out and the 2-mile causeway is above water.)

We bid John and Julie adieu -- they were heading home that day -- and the four of us grabbed our coats and made for the car. Once on the road we headed northeast, our first stop being the town of Morpeth.

A lovely town, Morpeth had a nice mix of quaint and modern architecture in their downtown. We parked the car near the bus station and strolled through the town center, stopping at Marks & Spencer for a little shopping. Leaving M & S, we wended our way through a maze of shops exiting onto the main street where we stopped to watch the tail end of The Northumberland Gathering, a celebration of days gone by in this corner of England: reenactors from the 16th (?) century) and lots of people walking around in costumes from various periods, all mixing with the public and everyone having a grand.

After trying one place for coffee -- a curius melding of a book store and cafe being neither really one or the other -- the four of us returned to M & S for coffee before heading back to the car and on the road north.





Back on the road we stopped briefly at Alnwick (pronounced “Annick”) before moving on to Seahouses and the North Sea coast. Very touristy-- indeed I thought quite typical of many coastal villages in the USA with lots of (tacky) gift shops and shops selling food of dubious quality.

After scouting out places for lunch we opted for the Bamburgh Castle Inn, and found a spot on their second floor overlooking the water.  The food was so-so: I had a rather unremarkable fish and chips and Susan’s pea soup was not good at all; but the service friendly and the location just about as perfect as were going to find in town.

tourist center in Seahouses


Bamburgh Castle Inn which has nothing to do with Bamburgh Castle and is not even located near the castle or any castle for that matter
The North Sea with Bamburgh Castle in the distance, from Seahouses
After paying the bill and making our way back to the car park we drove north to Bamburgh Castle itself, which was worth the price of admission. 

Standing along the ramparts overlooking the North Sea with the wind coming off the North Sea was just as you might expect; it was certainly what I expected: cold and biting right to the bone. And even with others standing around one still felt a certain loneliness. Our group quickly scrambled inside and after a leisurely self-guided tour of the castle returned to the car. It was now safe to cross the causeway safely so it was off for Holy Island of Lindisfarne.








Crossing over to the island on the causeway can be a bit tricky but the tide tables (crucial here) informed us that it was safe to cross between 3:30pm and 11:45pm so we forged ahead. Unfortunately the castle had closed for the day and we had just missed one of the last shuttle busses to the ruins. So it was back across the causeway (already starting to flood in one or two places) and headed north and west into Scotland.




Before reaching Scotland, though we took a detour to the seaside city of Berwick-upon-Tweed to walk the ramparts around the old part of the city. And so we did.
bridge across the Tweed

our group of explorers
looking west across the northern bank of the Tweed
looking east


looking southwest across the Tweed
the city hall
After leaving Berwick-upon-Tweed we headed north and west, crossing the border into Scotland near Coldtsream. Driving on through Kelso, and as the hour was getting late for eating in the rural north of England (or rather south of Scotland) we stopped for dinner in Jedburgh. We tried getting into the Carter’s Rest in the town center but they informed us that since we didn’t have a reservation they could seat us but they wouldn’t be able to serve us until after they served those who had made reservations, even though they hadn’t arrived yet! Since we thought that was absurd we searched for some other place to eat.

As the hour was getting late and our options seemed to disappear with each passing minute we turned to the one place that seemed to have room for us: The Pheasant. Entering through a pub the restaurant was not unattractive but oddly enough we were the only ones there. Indeed, although the pub filled up not another soul came in the restaurant to eat. Odd we thought. 

While the food was not bad (Richard and Pauline had the grilled chicken breast with haggis over mashed potatoes), and I had something forgettable, the ice cream was devoid of flavor and had the texture of wet, cold PlayDough. I'm not saying it was old but the ingredients on the side of the container were written in Latin. . . 

It was a lovely, very dark evening as we drove back to Hexham Low Gate, actually) and tucked ourselves into bed. First walking Hadrian's Wall and now we had seen the North Sea and Scotland. And there was still more to come!

ruined abbey in Jedburgh -- beautifully lit up at night

April 25 - Walking Hadrian's Wall on my birthday

We woke up to thick fog and cold drizzle on our first morning in Hexham and the weather pretty much went downhill after that. But no matter. We had a leisurely breakfast visiting with John and Julie, the only other residents at Fairshaw besides our hardy band of adventurers. Richard established his routine by ordering the Northumberland breakfast (sausage, mushrooms, fried tomato and an egg); I ordered the scrambled egg on toast — and these deep yellow eggs were all from hens right outside the window in the yard.
Richard and Pauline at breakfast, chatting with. . . 

John and Julie
the Northumberland breakfast

alpaca hats for boiled eggs
After we bundled up and climbed into the car it was off to Hadrian’s Wall. As we neared the wall excitement began to build. Naturally we pulled off at the first significant wall ruins, the Roman cavalry fort at Chesters. But the rain persuaded us to push on to the Roman fort at Housetseads, which also serves as a visitor center for anyone seeking to explore the central portion of Hadrian’s Wall.

Entrance to the Housesteads visitors' center


After arriving at the visitor center’s car park, we found our way to entrance to the visitor center where we paid our fee and steeled ourselves for the trek ahead.

Straightaway a man approached our little group. He introduced himself as Ken from Wall’s end (where the wall ends in Newcastle) and he was an official guide for the National Trust. He asked if we would be interested in a free tour of the Roman fort and without hesitation we responded in the affirmative. So off we went on the path up to fort, which bordered the wall itself. (It should be noted that Housesteads is the most complete Roman fort remaining along the length of the wall.)

Not long after we began trotting up the path, several others caught up with us, joining our wet group as we made the trek across the windswept (I’ve been dying to use that word for the longest time and believe me it’s quite apt here) valley and up the slope of what is the southern side of the steep ridge on which the Housesteads fort is sited.

our tour guide, Ken from Wall's End in Newcastle -- and yes, that's where Hadrian's Wall ends in the east
Although the weather remained rather beastly, we had an enjoyable time nonetheless — Ken proved to be a fine guide, informative and entertaining; certainly better than the “namby-pamby” Jeremy of St. Albans Cathedral. The tour followed along through the ruins of the original southern entrance (stopping at the other two gates, east and west as well), then the commanding officers quarters, the barracks, and the granary.



the wall heading east


The tour ended interestingly enough at the latrines, which seated perhaps a dozen or so men at a time (with fashionable military efficiency) and had once boasted running water. There was no toilet paper of course, rather the Romans used sponges on a stick dipped in water. At least that what Ken claimed and the concept of "spongia" would come up again later in the little museum.
latrines with running water -- and if you must know they used sponges, not paper or moss
looking east with the Wall serving as the northern wall of the fort.
After the tour ended we popped into the small shop/museum next to the ruins. From there we walked up to the wall itself — which served as the northern wall of the fort itself— and at this point we were able to actually walk on top of the wall, something that typically is not permitted anywhere else, I believe.

our intrepid group braving the elements to walk on top of the wall (just west of Housesteads)
looking north form the top of the wall, across a 100-foot drop to the valley floor below


100-foot drop but they still built a wall anyway





the small ship/museum at Housesteads
looking south: the visitor center is just on the other side of the large group of trees
Already my birthday had been fabulous: I was with good friends and my gorgeous wife walking on Hadrian's Wall. That's precisely what I had wanted to do on this trip and yet there was still so much to come!

The weather prevented us from exploring much more than a few hundred yards so we turned around where we had to leave the top of the wall and made our way back down the hill and to the car park.

We pulled out of the car park onto the B6318 heading west and a few short miles pulled off at the Twice Brewed pub for lunch. The service was friendly — of course you had to order at the bar, which was convenient since you could also pick up your ales right there as well — and warmed ourselves up with some tasty food. Richard had the Pork pie and I had a scrumptious vegetable casserole with cheddar on top and a salad. Well worth the stop. 

Twice Brewed pub
Pork pie
an incredible vegetable dish


From Twice Brewed we retraced our route in the direction of Housesteads but quickly turned south following the sign to Vindolanda, another Roman fort.

While not located along Hadrian’s Wall Vindolanda (or Vindaloo as some in our group kept repeating) — in fact it predates the wall when the Romans constructed a chain of forts to mark the end their empire, Vindolanda is certainly worth a stop.

It was still drizzling with a cold wind as we parked the car and walked inside. We opted not to buy the combination ticket: Vindalanda and the Roman Military Museum located a few miles distant. As we made our way across the ongoing excavations, stopping to chat briefly with one of the volunteer diggers, the rain became a bit heavier so we quickly found our way down a path to a small glen and into the museum.

Vindolanda boasts one of the best collections of Roman artifacts in Britain — so we were told anyway and so it seemed to us. The fort has been the source of some pretty impressive cultural discoveries, represented by their collection of shoes, glass, metal, bones (animal bones). But their jewel, or ather jewels are dozens of wax tablets on which the Romans wrote their letters to one another, kept track of day-to-day developments in the fort, etc. Nothing short of fantastic.

volunteers excavating in the rain at Vindolanda

Museum at Vindolanda
Memorial to the Roman soldiers who served at Vindolanda


After browsing the collections we popped into the adding cafe and had coffee and tea. (Yes, we did indeed do a lot of "popping" in and out of places.) Leaving the museum and dodging the rain, we made our way to the car. For the record, the diggers had all gone as well. From Vindolanda we returned to Hexham and the Fairshaw Rigg to relax before dinner.

About 6:30 we left the B & B and drove back north in the direction of Hadrian’s Wall but stopped short, turning east to Barrasford. A few miles later we were inside the cozy Barrasford Arms where the four of us enjoyed a nice dinner. I recall Richard had the duck breast, somebody had the salmon and I had twice baked cheddar with chives for a starter followed by steak and chips. Everything was simply delicious.

 There was a light mist in the air as we plunged back outside into the dark for the drive back to Hexham and to bed. A simply perfect day to spend a birthday: good friends, walking Hadrian’s Wall and all ended with a tasty steak and fries.
Barrasford Arms in, where else, Barrasford

salmon on risotto
duck
steak frites

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