Sunday
27th November Almost
no wind
drizzle,
cool, 4C
On
the road again in the afternoon after four lovely rest days with my
daughter, Rebecca and her partner Les in Newcastle.
Yesterday
Rebecca and I went to Tynemouth market which takes over some of the
platforms in the station. Stall after stall with the usual variety of
home businesses ware with arty-crafty things and more usual market
stall stuff, books and DVDs. It is so enjoyable going around and
being part of the 'usual things people do' world again.
A
stall has framed Amazonian insects amongst the mass of bric-a-brac.
Shame for such fantastically beautiful creatures to be harvested for
such display.
One
stall has feathers framed, each delicate feather has a superbly
detailed painting on it, birds, mammals on others even a bumble bee!
The artist, Imogen Clarke, chats for a moment and gives me a business
card; Dusty Souls Art. Imogen describes herself on the card as a
portrait artist and she certainly has talent.
Moving
on, there's a stall where two excited young people are taking
bookings for what they say is a Live Escape game, Pirate Escape –
Whitley Bay. I am attracted to the stall by a large, metal scarlet
macaw.
Sounds
fun.
One
stall has Balinese artefacts and I think about how easy it is to get
such creations from all over the world these days.
Leaving
the market Rebecca and I walk to the seafront where people are
enjoying the Winter sunshine and lack of wind.
The
evening is spent with a takeaway and a film, Inception. Perfect.
Sunday
The
thrill of meeting Les' parents, Carol and Lance this morning; a sign
of commitment in Rebecca's and Les' relationship. All one wants for
one's daughter is happiness and it seems so obvious that Rebecca and
Les are so happy together.
An
hour or so spent talking with a couple who radiate sunshine; another
pair made for each other.
Packed
and ready to be on the road again, the road through Gateshead and
Chester Le Street has a cycle path either as part of the road or as a
separate entity that keeps me safe from the busy traffic. If only
this was the case everywhere. If it was then there would be so many
more cyclists. beech
Past
Durham Hospital a cloud of bramblings fly from the leaf litter below
some tall beech trees.
Into
Durham after a steep downhill dive and then a push up the eastern
side of the cathedral city to find tonight's Bed & Breakfast,
Gilesgate Moor Hotel, a public house, cheap and cheerful place with a
bed one simply sinks into. Smashing.
16.91
miles 958 elevation feet up 764 down
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