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Saturday, 5 October 2019

Twixt Wear and Tyne October 4th
 A goodly number of gadgies are still holidaying, leaving three (John C., Harry and me) of us to enjoy a local walk which may be affected by the tail end of hurricane Lorenzo. We are walking the coast north from Sunderland to South Shields. Easy to follow; going north the sea is on the right, going south it is on the left. No map required but if needed the walk is covered by ;
OS Explorer 308 Durham and Sunderland and OS Explorer 316 Newcastle upon Tyne.
No cars either, we met at the Haymarket Metro Station in Newcastle and took the metro to St Peter's just north of the river Wear.                                                                                                                              St Peter's church has Saxon origins, is one of the oldest churches in England, started in 673 AD and is where the Venerable Bede spent some of his time as a monk and historian. He also lived at St Paul's in Jarrow for some time.
The portly gentleman on the local TV station said the morning would be wet but the afternoon would be dry, with a breeze. He was wrong, it rained lightly most of the day, clouds coming in off the sea.

                No car park this week but this is the metro station at St. Peter's and a metro train.
 Having got off the train at St. Peter's we crossed the road and went down the bank to the promenade along the river Wear.
                  Picture of a picture. St. Peter's church. We didn't visit it today but should you be in the area it's well worth looking into. Saxon tower at least.
The promenade winds its way past Sunderland University buildings, the glass museum where you can watch demonstrations of glass blowing, the Sunderland yacht club marina and finally reaches the sea near Roker Pier.
                          Art at the university
                           and on the walls of the marina
                                               Roker Pier on a grey day.
Just north of the pier the walk turns away from the sea and climbs up to Roker Park but almost immediately returns to the sea side. (This section of the walk is on the Weardale Way).
There are some interesting rocks in the area if you are a geologist.
                  Looking like badly made concrete it is a natural form of conglomerate, boulders embedded in the magnesium limestone. Information anybody?
Sticking close to the coast the walk continues past Seaburn and Whitburn, both looking like typical English coastal towns, bnbs and hotels. There is a large school at Whitburn overlooking the sea, must be heaven in those boring algebra lessons.
                                   The school at Whitburn, a Church of England Academy
Beyond the school the path (Now the English Coastal Path) passes a Rifle Range but as there were no red flags flying we assumed it was safe. There were about twenty horses grazing on it too, must be the cavalry. At the north end of the range we found a hut, unfortunately well locked, but we sat at the back of it for a Herbie Spot. Sandwiches and coffee, no sharing today!
Beyond the range is Whitburn Coastal Park, a small nature reserve, and then we arrived at Souter which has a lighthouse and rather fine foghorn, both National Trust properties.
                                    Souter Lighthouse and foghorn

    From here the footpath meanders close to the sea, above cliffs which seem to be crumbling. Every few yards a notice warns that it is dangerous to cross the low barrier and wander near the edge.
At Marsden there is a lift down to the famous Marsden Grotto, a café.
                                                  Grotto entrance
This area was once a mining village, all gone now although the lime kilns remain:
                                       Lime kilns at Marsden
                                  Sea stacks.
  As we walked along the cliff tops, passing Frenchman's Bay and Graham's Sand Harry spotted a school of Dolphins not too far from shore. There were at least half a dozen, heading south for the winter. They added wonderfully to the day, along with the curlews, turnstones, herons, oyster catchers and a single solitary Goldcrest that we had seen.
Soon we  were at the sports ground at South Shields where the Great North Run ends, half a marathon from Newcastle. We walked through South Marine Park and down Ocean Road, that long line of curry houses until we near the station.
For refreshment after the walk we went to the Wetherspoon's pub, The Woodhave. It is named for William Wouldhave, a boat builder from years ago. Good beer, good fish and chipsand then the metro home to Newcastle.
According to my GPS this walk is 10.5 miles, easy going.
We walked for 3 hours and 36 minutes, talked for a mere 36 minutes as we lunched. Not a  day for hanging around.
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Saturday, 21 September 2019

Alas poor Tomlinsons.(Northumberland )               Sept 20th
For years we have fed in Tomlinsons of Rothbury when having a gadgie walk in that area. But the café and bunkhouse that has provided bacon sandwiches, tea, coffee and on occasion cake, has closed. Bunkhouse and café, gone, to be converted into apartments, no doubt luxury ones too.
Instead we are eating at the Vale on Rothbury High Street, tea, coffee, bacon...……...
Today's walk is one we have not covered for a couple of years, Copper Snout, a fairly gentle stroll in the Cheviots from Alwinton. To get there take the A1 north, A697 at Morpeth, turn left at Weldon Bridge, drive through Rothbury and turn right on the minor road signposted Alwinton. Parking on the grass verge on the right as you get to the village is free! Parking in the village at the National Park park is not. Guess?
There are six of us, Harry, Dave,Brian, John H., John Ha. and me. 
The map that covers the walk is OS OL 16 Cheviot Hills and of course it's on a fold.
The portly gentleman from Caledonia who gives the weather forecast on local TV before joining the giggling matrons on the couch at the end of the programme promised us a dry day with sunshine. He was right, a temperature at one point probably in the low twenties and blue skies offering unclouded panoramas of the hills we walked through on an early autumn day. farmers getting in the last of the crops and preparing for the Alwinton show, ewes on the hillsides, preparing for the release of the tups and swallows gorging on flies before they start their journey to Africa.

 This has to be one of the most beautiful car parks in Northumberland if not the UK, so it gets two pictures.
Behind the car park is a small stream, across it is a footbridge, the start of the walk.
                            Cross the bridge and turn left.
Having crossed the footbridge we turned left on Clennell Street. Looking nothing like a modern street it is an ancient drove road, dating back to iron age times. Once called "the way of the eagles", but there are non around today. The road goes through the Cheviots from Morpeth to Kelso and this section is a grassy track, firm underfoot.

A good section of the walk is on Clennell Street which is marked clearly on the OS map in Gothic script. There are a number of tracks going off it but it is quite easy to follow. On the left at the start is Castle Hills which has an Iron Age fort which we didn't visit, and there are a number of ancient settlements and homesteads, not too easy to identify. There is also a Cross Dyke whose purpose is unknown.

                                 Out in the hills
There is a steady climb out of Alwinton followed by undulating country until we reached the ruined Youth Hostel near the Cairns marked on the map close to the East West line marked 09.
Although we had only walked a little under three miles it seemed a good spot for a Herbie so we pulled up a few stones and sat in the sun for lunch.
                              This is the site of the Youth Hostel, not the remains.


                      Post Herbie preparations. We shared Wackos, Hobnobs, Titans and Mrs A's ginger cake. Dave forgot his contribution but still took the offerings.
After lunch we carried on along the track which turned into a forest road, gravelled and lined with timber which is to be used to grow further forests apparently!
If you follow this walk watch out for a marker on the left (between 89 and 90 on the map). It marks the start of the footpath  which heads roughly south down Copper Snout.
                                                                    Turn left!
 Initially the path is a bit boggy, but today not as bad as previous occasions, an indicator of the recent lack of rain.
                                Sheepfold or Stell as they are known
                          Rolling Hills, the skyline is the Anglo Scottish border.
 Once through a gate the path changes to a grassy track, easy walking, and it goes mostly down hill to the farm at Shilmoor.
                              Looking down on Shilmoor
                                  Shilmoor farm. The house is used by the army which has a large range nearby and a lot of signs advising you not pick things up, they may kill.
At this point the party divided. (A bit like our present political ones!) John Ha. harry and I opted to walk back to Alwinton on the valley road; Brian, Dave and John H. chose to take paths over "pass Path" which passes medieval settlements.
We all met back at the car park and once changed headed for the Rose and Thistle in the village.  Friendly pub and it served Timothy Taylor's Landlord ale, from Keighley, like me. My favourite but I had some driving to do.
                                             Rose and Thistle Inn, Alwinton

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The walk is about 9.5 miles, some climbing but not difficult.
It took us 4 hours and 15 minutes walking, excluding the lunch break.









Saturday, 14 September 2019

We must go down to the Tees again (Yorks/Durham) Sept 13th.
An extra walker, John Hall has returned after a summer's bowling and Paul had driven over from Grange over Sands to join us.  Six of us are off to do a familiar walk from Middleton in Teesdale to Barnard Castle. A proper gadgie walk requiring a bus pass. We drove to Barnard Castle, lovely old market town on the north side of the river Tees and parked in an all day place at the bottom of the high street, (turn left at the beautiful old Butter Market built in 1747) Only £1.50 for a full day, a bargain.
               Bargain all day car park in Barnard Castle. Thanks to the two of you who follow my car park shots, signed copies of the book will be yours.

                                                 The Butter Market in Barnard Castle.
We intended, after breakfast, to catch a bus from Barney, as the town is known to the locals, to Middleton in Teesdale. They run  at five minutes before the hour from the high street numbers 94 or 96.
The whole of the walk is covered by OS Explorer  OL 31 North Pennines and is fairly easy going as it follows close to the river which in parts is the boundary between Durham and Yorkshire.
There are two walks down the Tees, on the north bank in Durham the Teesdale Way and on the south side in Yorkshire the Tees Railway Path. We have chosen the former.
The day almost got off to a bad start, it is Friday the 13th, as I was driving to John Hall's house to be picked up. Not sure where he lived I used my Sat Nav. Either she got it wrong or I wasn't listening but I arrived twenty minutes late which meant we were twenty minutes late picking up Joh Hampton and twenty minutes late arriving in Barnard Castle. We though we had missed the 10.55 bus but it too was late, saving the day.
Once in Middleton in Teesdale we headed for a café, the Tees-Pot, great name, lovely staff dressed in some traditional costume that made them look like extras from A Handmaid's Tale but in black and white. As it was late everybody tucked in to bacon or sausage sandwiches, scones or teackes and tea or coffee.
                                         About to leave the Tees Pot
Fed and watered we set off down towards the river. Just before the bridge we took the footpath on the left. It clings to the river, pleasantly flat to start with but as it crosses a number of small streams joining the Tees there are a series of steep up and down steps, the treads are compacted earth, the risers thick blocks of wood.
At one point the path leaves the river bank and crosses fields before returning to the Tees. (The path is well marked with the usual yellow markers or the special Teesdale way markers.)
                                               The Tees
                             Out of focus. The bird is a dipper, not that we saw one.
                                           One of the steep steps.
Near Ornells Farm the path leaves the river and crosses fields and a road towards Egglestone. About a quarter mile before the village the path turns downhill but we decided to stop for a Herbie at a conveniently placed picnic table and bench.
(Hobnobs, Titans, Lemon slices from Mr Kipling Caramel Wafers and lemon and chocolate cake from Mrs A.) "This is the only walk I know where I put weight on," as somebody said.
                               Close to the Herbie Spot. Hard to imagine there was once mining round here.
Lunch over we followed the signpost into the village of Eggleston. Walking downhill through the village, turning left at the road and then right at the next junction we were soon at Egglestone Bridge. On the north side of the bridge the footpath joins a road for a while before heading uphill again, more steps. We followed the path markers across several fields to Shipley Wood. There was no marker as we entered the wood but after a few hundred yards a stile, with marker, took us out of it and then downhill to the caravan park at Cotherstone.
At this point John h and I were beginning to suffer aching hips and/or knees and decided to end our walk. We headed across two footbridges into Cotherstone and after a wait of about ten minutes caught bus back to Barnard Castle.

                                           Cotherstone, the pub was closed.
The other four continued on the Teesdale Way back to Barnard Castle, a further three miles on the river bank.
John and I were, not surprisingly, first into the Golden Lion on the main street. We were joined just over an hour later by the others. The pub had Hobgoblin. Sneklifter and Lancaster Bomber on offer, between us we sampled the lot.

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John and I walked just over 8 miles, the others completed a walk of 11.75 miles.
For John and I the total walking time, excluding Herbie time was 3 hors, 25 minutes.

Gallery
                               Middleton in Teesdale
                                   Easy start
                        Strengthening the bank
                                                              The Tees

                                        View over Teesdale
         Eggleston war memorial
                                                                   Egglestone
                                               The Tees again