The weekend in Bellingham (pronounced with a soft g). A village with at least 4 pubs, a butcher, a Spar, a newsagents and a chinese take-away – and a few camp sites, one of which is in the middle of the village i.e only minutes away from…. And around the village are flowers in different sorts of containers, bike baskets (on the bikes), rucksacks and boots.
Dave and Paul came up on their motorbikes from London and I had a scarey trip on the back of Paul’s (nothing to do with his driving) to Keilder where we had a bit of a walk after watching the surviving osprey chick on the nest.
I had booked into the campsite on the farm in the middle of the village. It had rained quite a lot before I arrived and they had no hardstandings so the farmer let me park the Van in the farm yard.
D & P slept in the Van and I in the tent at the other end of the farm (and I found out that the built-in groundsheet is porous).
On the Saturday evening we had a barbecue
Sunday on Hadrian’s Wall
Hexham’s J D Wetherspoon’s is also a Cinema:
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