Several of you commented on my coastal pictures from Northumberland, remarking on how relaxing the whole thing must have been. Well …. it recharged the batteries alright … but not by lying down on the beach with a good book. Certainly not.

We were at Nether Grange, an HF hotel, with our walking group. And we were there with other walkers – some in groups, others not. At Nether Grange, walking is what you come for. That and good food eaten in good company. We’d opted for guided walks. Three levels of difficulty are offered each day so there’s no excuse not to get involved. I chose one of each, so finished the week with 15.3 km, 12 km and 17 km. walks under my belt.

This is hill country. The Pennines, the backbone range that bisects northern England becomes the Cheviots as it marches towards Scotland. In the car you’ll swoop thrillingly up and audaciously down those hillsides. They provide a backdrop to the area which is at once dramatic and bucolic.
On foot, you’ll get to know about those slopes….. actually, we weren’t often faced with gradients that had us gasping, panting and begging for mercy. But we rarely had a long level stretch either. And our leaders were there to encourage, chivvy along, provide good humour and background notes on all kinds of topics … as well as read the maps, so we didn’t have to.
We walked moorland tracks, bouncy with springy turf nibbled short by sheep. We crossed hillsides bright with golden gorse. We tracked through woodland carpeted with bluebells.

We passed Ford Moss, an extremely ancient raised peat bog where we excited the residents: Exmoor ponies charged with grazing the vegetation and keeping it in trim.

We passed farms with shire horses and hissy geese.
And on the last day, we walked the local coastal path: St. Oswald’s Way. The section between Alnmouth and Craster-where-the-kippers-come-from is characterised by craggy cliffs, and are home, like the nearby Farne Islands, to many thousands of seabirds such as kittiwakes and fulmars. Here’s what the zoom lens on my new camera can do.


Our group, the 17 km one (10 1/2 miles to the non-metric) finished just beyond Dunstanburgh Castle. It was built in the 14th Century by the Earl of Lancaster, who was openly hostile to King Edward II – never a good idea, because the king had him executed in 1322. This fortification was built to make a bellicose statement, in an area crowded with castles. Now it’s a ruin, and an impressive one. We slogged to the top of the keep for the views, marvelling at the extra-thick walls as we climbed.

We finished the day, and our three days of walks, with a paddle. Gotta have a paddle. Or ‘plodge’ as the locals call it.

With thanks to our walk leaders Chris, Helen, Paul, Richard: to Reuben and Team Nether Grange, and to our own Mike and Angela for organising the holiday.
And this is also an entry for Jo’s Monday Walk.
Fabulous to see it all in sunshine, Margaret. My last trip up that coast ended very damply- and I wasn’t paddling. 🙂 🙂 Still love it though!
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I can’t believe we had such fabulous weather. It could have been Portugal……….
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😎😎 xx
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Thanks for the walk, but of course the best way to appeciate it is to walk.
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Of course! Such good memories.
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You are so energetic but thanks for taking me along through your excellent pictures.
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Energetic? Moi? Not this week!
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Marvellous!
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Quite simply, it was.
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Many years ago, I went to the coast near Dunstanburgh, but sadl have lost the photographs….
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Love this area – so glad the weather behaved. x
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It more than behaved. Excellent times. x
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Aha – I see what you meant by yesterday’s comment. Okay let’s make that rugged restorative walking with added danger – dodging the hissing geese! Gorgeous coast near Dunstanburgh Castle isn’t it, thought we might have to dodge the odd stray golf ball whizzing past though.
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Youre right about the golf balls. It’s Golf Course Central round there. I beong to the ‘a good walk spoiled’ fraternity.
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Yes, I’m not a fan either.
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It all looks amazing–I long to do a trip like this. That’s quite a zoom lens you have–does the new camera weigh a ton? I like the variety of your shots–gives a great sense of the sights you saw, flora and fauna!
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Kerry, you’ll never see me with a suitcase full of equipment or a tripod. This is a Panasonic Lumix – one of their higher end ones, but it stuffs in a pocket. Clever, isn’t it?
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It all looks so fabulous in the sunshine. I love all the photos, but find I keep going back to look at the second one of the moorland with the sheep and the flowering gorse. How nice to have had good food along with the good walks and good company!
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The gorse is extraordinary. We ‘do’ gorse here too, but not in such unending quantities. It makes an impact, the bees love it, and it has quite a unique smell, something like coconut.
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Ah! A walking holiday! It is excellent walking country and I love all the castles and that coastline.
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It is lovely – and all so relatively uncrowded too. A real breath of fresh air.
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I’m now hooked by the idea of a walking holiday. I’ve looked at them once or twice over the years and never quite managed to do anything more. Par for the course with me! But you’ve really made a case here. Wonderful countryside and beautifully captured. I am so envious of those close-ups! And with the ideal weather. I imagine this experience was invigorating and exhausting in equal measure – but always in a good way! (What was the food like? 🤔 )
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The food is excellent with plenty of variety, good packed lunches and breakfasts with lots of choices. This time we had the possibility of ordering half portions which suited me just fine as portions tend to be copious. Yes, I’d highly recommend. And don’t be afraid to go on your own if no suitable walking companion is available. You wouldn’t be left out.
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Thank you for that, Margaret. Now to make it happen 🙂
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Keep me posted!
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I definitely am NOT a walker, but maybe I could have joined you just for the ‘food’ parts?! I do like good food in good company – but no, that wouldn’t work either, because I didn’t walk with you. Heck, let’s leave it then!!!! 🙂
Fab photos, it looks so pristine and beautiful.
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Malcolm couldn’t walk much either – you’d have been welcome. But actually, you did need to have burned off a lot of calories to be able to do justice to the food. Yes, Northumberland’s a lovely county, and pretty unspoilt.
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I take it that Malcolm is much better now. I haven’t heard any update and meant to ask you but didn’t dare to ask openly…..
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Yes, slow and steady is the way forward. And having the drug-fest cut down a bit…. Thank you for asking.
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I meant also to comment on the cute white stockings of those horses and the impeccable pissed-off impression of that goose! Great, great shots – thank you.
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Oh, that goose was dangerous! I kept well out of the way.
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The walk sounds wonderful, but I’d love to have seen the shire horse foal. What long legs it has!
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He was a wonderful little creature. I gave myself a pain trying to imagine giving birth to all those legs…..
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