On Friday morning, we went for a little potter round Berwick, stopping first to admire the second-hand bookshop. For years the owner had a weekly stall in the Buttermarket, but recently decided that he would prefer to be indoors. The shop is stuffed full of books, and has an amazing mural at the back of the shop. It was shut when we went past on Friday, but next time we visit, I will ask if I can take a photo of the mural to share with you
this shop may claim that it sells vintage ....... but for Malcolm and me a lot of what it sells are things from our childhood - and we don't think we are old enough to be called vintage! When we were in recently, I started to laugh at one of the items for sale, which was described as Edwardian. So why was I laughing - because the item in question was a white wicker Moses basket on a stand, exactly the same as the one that Stuart slept in for the first three months after he was born in 1978, so hardly Edwardian!
another vintage shop, filled with more things from our childhoods!
this old window could be turned into a quilt pattern .....
I wish the new firm offering boat trips the best of luck with their business, but I don't think I shall be going on a trip out to sea, as I get seasick!
of course we have to have a photo of the old bridge
and an arty photo of a rusty iron ring - this one is about a foot in diameter
I was using my little point and shoot camera, so couldn't zoom in any closer on the salmon fishermen
back at the flat, I got out this tin which I bought some time ago in a charity shop - not for the tin itself, but for the fankle of embroidery threads it contained
I have been gradually untangling and winding the threads onto cardboard bobbins - what a feast of colours
on Sunday we popped over to Amble for a stroll, pausing to admire the boats in the marina
the sign on this door made us smile - you might not inspire confidence in your clients if they think you might nick (steal) all their money!
a large pile of new lobster pots
I wonder how long it will take until they look tatty like the one at the bottom of this pile
I'm assuming that the ropes have been put on the roof to dry
no, me neither, I don't know why these toys are tied to the mast
but at least they weren't tied up with this heavy rope
Malcolm was keeping a close eye on this seagull - I will explain why later
this unusual duck was swimming so fast, it was hard to get a good photo of him
when we are on holiday in Majorca, Malcolm always looks wistfully at the large (expensive) boats for sale in the marina, while I tell him this size is what he can probably afford
and the owners of this boat obviously thinks that too, as they have called it Mr D!!
in the hedgerows, the brambles/blackberries are ripening
and there is a large crop of rosehips
some of which are already ripe
I took the next two photos from the car as we drove home
it always amuses me to here people "down south" claim that it is "grim up north" - yes it is very grim driving through such lush countryside
a trip to Amble means a trip to the Cheese Pod
oh no, shock horror, they had sold out of Blagdon Blue, a delicious local cheese, and we had to make do with Nettle and Garlic (the Nettle might already have been eaten ......)
and now back to the reason Malcolm was keeping a wary eye on the seagull. On Friday morning, as we were strolling back to the flat, I had stopped to take this photo, so Malcolm was several feet in front of me. There was a great prolonged splattering noise, followed by a great deal of shrieking (and perhaps some swearing) from Malcolm. He had been comprehensively covered in seagull poo! Fortunately I had a packet of wipes in my handbag, so he could clean the worst off his head and face, and as soon as we got back to the flat he had to strip off and shower! Everything he was wearing had to be thoroughly washed, so it was fortunate that he had a change of clothes at the flat!
before the nasty incident, we had been in Café Crema
where we shared an excellent cheese and chive scone
this is just half of it, split open and spread with butter, which promptly melted, as the scone was still warm from the oven - bliss!