This is a well ordered site and has one of the longest hose-pipes I have ever seen - which is just as well because - yeah, you've guessed it - it was water, water everywhere except in Harvey's tank. Also, when he does fill me up, I seem to have sprung a little leak inside, which I've told them they need to get sorted or else I'm going to become permanently soggy and then they'll be sorry.
The site was ok, but I was parked up on grass rather than a nice hard-standing, but you can't have everything, can you?
As we arrived just as it was getting dark, it was cook a bit of supper, do some reading and off to bed. This time they slept downstairs, so I didn't get my usual early morning laugh!!
After another lovely brekkie off they went for another walk, this time to Low Newton by the Sea, via the lovely little village of Embleton and on the way they saw some funghi!!
They stopped for an excellent pint of real ale in Low Newton before walking back to see me via Embleton Bay, Dunstanburgh Castle and Craster, the home of the Craster Kipper.
After a quick change, they were off to the pub in the nearby village of Dunstan where they spent most of the evening in the company of a local who has his own nameplate on a seat in the corner of the bar...a right character he was, so they said later when they returned.
On our way home they stopped off at Druridge Bay which they say is one of their most favourite places. Seven miles of golden sand, interrupted now and again by WWII defences, which are shown in the piccy below:
After that we all went to Amble for some brill fish'n'chips from the Harbour Chippy and ate them in a layby next to the River Cocquet. He was supposed to make a cuppa to go with them, but couldn't turn my gas on so we went home instead.
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