She's back in town....

Granddaughter Angel returned last week to stay with us for a few days (14 to be exact!) As usual her behaviour has been impeccable and I believe she has thoroughly enjoyed herself. Leon has been to stay this weekend too so they've had fun together, and also with Gracie, including a trip to Blyth beach this afternoon.

All Hallows Eve

Bren was singing at a Halloween 'event' in Rothbury on Saturday. She managed to keep focused and professional while all manner of witches, ghouls and goblins paraded around in their 'celebrations'.

Whitleybunions #13

Family visiting this weekend... so the customary visit to Whitley Bay for a bracing walk on the beach and an ice cream from The Rendezvous Cafe.

On the way to the bus station to catch the bus home, I stopped to snap the recently refurbished Playhouse... nice!

Tee for two...

Yesterday evening me and my buddy Phil expended a bit of energy by blasting a number of small yellow spherical objects from a patch of green with what I'm going to call a 'club'. This is known as golf, and I'm told that it IS possible to remember the 23 things that need to be remembered before actually hitting that small yellow thing. It turns out the two main things for me to remember are... swing slowly, don't lash at the thing... and keep your eye on it rather than turning your gaze to where the ball is going to (hopefully) go.

Sunset over Cramlingtonvilleshire...

A Grand Day Out...

Bidding farewell to summertime and welcoming the winter months, we got the day off to a cracking early start by heading up to Netherwitton and Mitford. Gracie loved the freedom after being cooped up in the house for a couple of days because of the rain.

Later on we headed down to Blyth beach and later on to The Delaval Arms for a lovely roast lunch followed by Apple and Blackberry Crumble... with custard, as you can see! It was great to be in this pub again. It has hardly changed at all over the years apart from a spot of paint here and there and some new pictures. I used to meet my dad here for a pint sometimes on a Sunday morning after he had walked all the way from the High Point (Cullercoats), his weekend constitutional.

Songster Serenades Sand Dancers in South Shields... Shock!

Resisting the temptation to blog about Mr Nick Griffin and his appearance on Thursday evening's Question Time, I bring you instead the lovely news that a rare visitor of another kind has been found lurking in a South Tyneside quarry. The eastern crowned warbler will not be alone this weekend, with thousands of twitchers due to arrive and keep him/her company. Come to think of it, NG did a fair amount of twitching last night too!