Ten: Budle Bay, Holy Island, Seahouses and Howick (28/02/09)

Off bright and early, heading north on the A1 instead of the usual south. Will I finally make it across the border to the Land of the Thistle? No, after about an hour we turn off right for the coast and Budle Bay. They park me up for a short while, have a look around, comment on how nice it is and then off we go northwards again. Once more we turn right off the A1 and this time I'm really excited..we're going across the causeway to Holy Island -

I just hope they've got the timing right cos it wouldn't be fair if they got to ride in a helicopter and left me alone in the rising tide. But no need to worry, the tide is out and they stop and read the tide table at the start of the causeway so they know when to return. Only thing is, it seems that His memory is getting worse...you only have to look back over the blog to see that he's always forgetting to do things.

They park me up with a glorious view of the sand dunes and Lindisfarne Castle and then head off for fancy coffee and tasty cheese scones in Pilgrim's Cafe

While out they had a wander round the bay at the foot of Lindisfarne Castle and then round by the Priory where they saw a wedding taking place.

They arrived back separately - apparently He had to go and spend a penny and She didn't want to hang around while He made up His mind what to spend it on. Having said that, I couldn't understand how He came back empty-handed and She came back with some books and a new jigsaw. They also said they saw a partner for me but I think she's a little green round the gills....what do you reckon?

A quick sprint back over the causeway before the tide turns and then down to Seahouses. Some excellent reverse parking from Her and their off for fish'n'chips. They tease me with them by bringing them back but, instead of eating them they, well She, drives off and they talk about finding somewhere nice overlooking the sea to sit and eat them and then follow them down with a coffee and a read of the paper. After about 20 minutes or so they park up by a bush with a wonderful view of waves crashing off rocks and a seal playing in the surf and re-fuel themselves with the fish'n'chips.

When they had filled up they said they were going to "walk it off" and, on their return, raved about a wonderful little bay they had visited and claimed that it was one of the best places on the coast they had ever been to and would love to go back there again. They took loads of pictures - some of them are below:

You can see more of the photos taken here.

After a cuppa and a read of the paper we set off for home. As we went round a sharp bend I thought I'd remind him that being chronologically gifted brought some issues with it...he'd left his camera on my cupboard top. So, as I shot around the bend I threw it off the cupboard and laughed as it bounced along the floor to the other side of my living quarters. His memory can't be that bad though, because He said to Her, "*£@%$ - That was my camera" and shot up, wobbled to it (I was still tearing round corners which was the cause of the wobbling - although with all the fish'n'chips and the mucky beer He must take some of the blame for his movement!), grabbed it, sat back down and started playing with it. He took a few pics as we were moving and apparently all is well with the camera.