No fog on the Tyne…

And none of these grey clouds either!
“What time is it?”
“About six…”
“Sugar…”
As Sunday mornings go, this was an early start.
Two cups of coffee and a shower later, it was 6.50am and we were in the car and heading up to Newcastle-upon-Tyne to see Caroline’s daughter take part in The Great North Run.
The Mission were on the car’s CD player – ideal driving music as we headed up the road for two hours and took the quiet roads into Newcastle, found a car park and went for second breakfasts.
Greggs bacon butty and coffee deal for me plus a doughnut & coffee combo for Caroline and then we hit the Tyne Bridge for a longish wait.
Some guy called Mo Farah came along on a warm-up session, then the wheelchair racers, visually impaired runners, the women’s elite and then the men’s elites – including that man (and now three times winner) Mo…
And then came the pack – around 57,000 runners, all heading for South Shields. I spotted The Red Arrows before the red, white and blue smoke was activated for their flypast as the masses ran past with at least one Paddington Bear as part of the proceedings!
Caroline’s daughter found us, took the suncream and headed off. We stayed on the bridge until the last runners came along and then tried to get the Metro to the finish line.
The emphasis here was on the word tried. The first train was full and whilst we did get on the train, it was packed and standing room only so not even Jeremy could have sat on the floor to read Private Eye! Allegedly…
Whilst we boarded this train after a few stops it was packed and I’d had enough of playing sardines. So we got off the train at Pelaw and headed back into Newcastle in search of lunch at a pub I hadn’t been into for over thirty years – The Northumberland Arms, just off Northumberland Street.
With two Sunday roasts, a pint of bitter shandy and a half of cider coming to just over £13, this was a result, especially as the beef was cooked properly, unlike some pubs we could mention where it’s served pink and bloody.
Pink and bloody awful is my view on that!
Now that we were fed and watered, the going got tough as the tough went – shopping! I’ve had a £5 John Lewis gift card in my wallet for six months and this came in useful for a couple of small purchases that came to £5.20…
We didn’t find anything we needed in Lush this time around, but I did get some useful info in the Apple Store as to what was happening about imminent operating system upgrades on my iPad Mini 2 – wait for a few days or a week, see what’s being said on the forums and then make the decision to upgrade, because once it’s done, you can’t restore the old one!
After rattling around the M&S Food Hall for a while, we settled on the stuff for our Sunday night evening meal.
This wasn’t any old reduced price food, this was Marks & Spencer’s reduced price food as we’d hit the time of day when the price changes were done on food coming up to its due date. Two packs of bakes and a two for £2.50 deal on packs of cheese scones and we were sorted…
Our coffee in the upstairs restaurant was also cost effective as my customer loyalty card had a freebie loaded onto it for a free cup of coffee after 2.30pm. Two medium Americanos for £2.30? That’ll do nicely!
Once we’d retrieved the car and negotiated our way back onto the A1M for the journey back to Yorkshire, we reflected on the cost of this grand day out.
Petrol used came to around £20, car parking was £3 for the full day, first breakfast for me was £2.25 at a motorway service area, second breakfasts for two was a total of £4, Sunday lunch was a total of £13.50, a pen and pair of scissors cost me 20p once the gift card was used, our M&S food hall bill was £5.65 and that last round of coffees was £2.30.
With the total bill for the day out coming in @ £50, we reckon that that was a result, so much so that we may do the same thing again shortly!
Avoiding sport!
Yes, the Isle Of Man TT Races are almost over and it’s football time again on TV as European national teams do their best to win the trophy and keep their respective sponsor’s names to the fore.
For the fans it’s a chance to eat, drink and be merry in a friendly manner or (as in the case of an incident in Marseilles last night) start causing problems that the French police have to deal with…
It’s all part of what’s sometimes referred to as ‘The Great Summer Of Sport‘, especially as we also have Wimbledon, cricket and the Olympics (along with Formula 1 and the start of the next football season…).
Not that much (if any) of it will be watched around here, especially as I find that watching paint dry is more exciting than the stuff I’ve already mentioned – apart from the Isle Of Man TT Races.
Prep work began months ago as box sets were identified to watch on evenings when sport is being shown on TV here in the UK and there’s sod all in the way of alternatives to watch on the rest of the Freeview channels that are available to us…
So rather than watch sport, it’s highly likely that archive stuff such as The West Wing, Alan Bennett’s Talking Heads, Our Friends In The North, The Bridge, Italy From Top To Toe, classic Thunderbirds and the rest of the latest Young Montalbano series will be hitting the DVD player over the next few months.
Some may need the subtitles on (and no, I’m not talking about Our Friends In The North here – I lived and worked in the North East for 46 years!), but it’s all good stuff and definitely more entertaining than football or last night’s live Referendum debate on ITV!
Public hols – pain or pleasure?
It’s another long weekend here in the UK thanks to the Bank Holiday that usually occurs over here on the last Monday in May every year.
Will we be heading off anywhere? Nope. Not over this weekend anyway – we usually have a holiday weekend substitute up our sleeves where we head off from home or a campsite and do stuff over three days when everyone’s either at home, working or at school!
Caroline’s working and doing some babysitting for her daughter whilst I’m doing some sorting out at home in readiness for a tiler coming to do some work in the bathroom on Tuesday.
It’s already been mentioned in the news today that the roads will have 50% more traffic on them today as people head off for the weekend. I know to my own cost as to how long it used to take me to do a 25 mile journey over a Bank Holiday Weekend – what was normally a 45 minute journey from Skipton to home did take 150 minutes on either the Sunday or Monday of such weekends.
Those heading over to France this weekend may well have other problems as they feel the effects of the industrial action that’s taking place over there at the moment – car drivers are being advised to have full tanks before they board a ferry or Eurostar train over the next few days.

Bamburgh Castle and beach – at a quieter time of year!
Shopping’s a virtual no-no as people flock in their hoards to wander aimlessly around malls in search of things that they may not actually need, but this scenario is expanded to happen over the next week or so as it’s the half-term school holidays next week. Any shopping we do is more likely to be for milk or bread rather than more clothes or tech stuff.
So, apart from the sorting out at home, what are we going to be doing over the holiday weekend? Caroline’s weekend is sorted through work, babysitting and a long cycle ride with her club tomorrow and I’m going to sort out some more photos for wisepacking.
With the TV offering an excellent selection of visual experiences over the weekend (NOT!), then it’s going to be a mix of listening to the radio or some CDs, watching the odd programme of interest or starting and finishing one or two box sets.
We’re already part way through the latest Young Montalbano box and have Our Friends In The North, Alan Bennett’s Talking Heads, Francesco da Mosto’s Italy From Top To Toe, Guy Martin’s Speed and the double pack of Jean De Florette & Manon Des Sources to think about.
Any that we don’t watch now will be saved for the imminent infestation of sport on TV over the coming months – football, tennis, darts, cricket, the Olympics etc.
Still, there’s one set of sports broadcasts that won’t be missed – the Isle Of Man TT races.
Even though one of the more charismatic riders is giving it a miss this year to do a very long mountain bike ride in the US of A!
One year – the answers!
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Wells, Somerset – one of the locations for Hot Fuzz – May 2015
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Ogden Water, West Yorkshire – June 2015
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Tram 28, Lisbon, Portugal – July 2015
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Padrao do Descobrimentos, Belem from Rio Tejo, Portugal – July 2015
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Torre de Belem from the Rio Tejo, Belem, Portugal – July 2015
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Centro Cultural de Belem, Belem, Portugal – July 2015
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It’s a sign! Between Estoril & Cascais, Portugal – July 2015
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On the beach near Cascais, Portugal – July 2015
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Sandeman’s Port Lodge, Vila Nova de Gaia, Porto, Portugal – September 2015
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Viana do Castelo, Portugal – September 2015
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Canal Central, Aveiro, Portugal – September 2015
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Praca 8 de Maio , Coimbra, Portugal – September 2015
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View from a room, Newcastle-upon-Tyne – October 2015
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Villa Real de Santo Antonio, The Algarve, Portugal – March 2016
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Fishing boat, Cabanas, The Algarve, Portugal – March 2016
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Tavira skyline, The Algarve, Portugal – March 2016
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To Swaledale – and beyond! Keld, North Yorkshire – May 2016
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Broad Haven beach, Pembrokeshire, Wales – May 2016
One year
So many places in just three countries…
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One of the locations for Hot Fuzz – including part of the end battle!
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The scene of The Great Teddy Toddle in deepest Yorkshire
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A smaller version is on the bookcase downstairs
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The view from the river
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The view from the river, part II
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Art for art’s sake?
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Hot day, cool beer – but not on The Algarve!
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And it’s still nowhere near The Algarve!
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And no, it’s not Zorro! Or the next Bond…
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A grand design?
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And not a Cornetto in sight!
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Market square heroes?
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No fog on the Tyne…
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Has someone painted the town red after hearing about Mourinho’s next job?
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Provider of local specialities?
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Spot the supermarket…
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For when you need to know where the highest pub in England is…
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One week ago
You can take some guesses as to where these are – the locations will be revealed tomorrow!
No prizes though as it’s just for fun.
All photos by Keith Rickaby on a Nikon Coolpix s3100 digital compact camera
Overcast, but no fog on the Tyne

A few of the bridges between Gateshead and Newcastle-upon-Tyne
Keith Rickaby
Nikon Coolpix S3100 digital compact camera
On the beach…

Bamburgh Beach, Thursday 26th November 2015
Keith Rickaby
Nikon Coolpix S3100 digital compact camera
Bamburgh – the morning after…

Bamburgh Castle from the beach, Thursday 26th November 2015
Keith Rickaby
Nikon Coolpix S3100 digital compact camera using B & W menu option
Bamburgh…

Bamburgh Castle as the sun goes down, Wednesday 25th November 2015
Keith Rickaby Nikon Coolpix S3100 digital compact camera
Big bags? Where we’re going, we don’t need big bags…
So, how big a bag do you need for a couple of nights away?
If your accommodation is a hostel, guest house or a hotel, then the answer is definitely a small one, even when your chosen transport is a five door small hatchback that can take enough stuff for a week’s camping in the boot area alone.
Last weekend wasn’t the warmest one or the driest one that Caroline and I have encountered over the last six weeks.
It was also a weekend of two halves – one night and some time on the Northumbrian coast and then one night and some time in one of my old stamping grounds for both work and play. Newcastle-upon-Tyne.
The whole trip was a bit of a mad idea really that was formulated at very short notice – i.e. last Thursday. The initial idea was a one night only hit and run exercise to the Northumbrian coast to see whether we could see The Northern Lights. Things changed though on Friday when Caroline’s schedule unexpectedly changed and we could have another night away – hence the visit to Newcastle-upon-Tyne.
As the dress code for the weekend was destined to be a relaxed casual one, there was no need for either of us to have a big bag full of clothes to cover all eventualities.
In Caroline’s case, her bag was a large size Healthy Back Bag (15 litre) whilst mine was a 10 litre man bag bought when I was staying at Imperial College in London back in August.
Were they the right bags given that we were in was to be a reasonably posh guest house in Seahouses and a Hampton by Hilton hotel in Newcastle-upon-Tyne? Oh, yes, they were right.
As ever, the heaviest stuff was worn. The Peter Storm soft shell trousers that were too warm for storms in Portugal were perfect for daytime and nighttime (we spent around 3 hours outside on Saturday night waiting for those pesky Northern Lights to appear) as were the t-shirt, Craghoppers Corvus zip neck fleece and The North Face Nuptse Vest (down filled).
Caroline’s weapons of choice included a Rohan Ultra Silver Camisole, a Rohan Stria crew neck long sleeved shirt, a Rohan Pathway Cardi fleece cardigan, a Tog 24 down vest and a pair of Rohan Troggings.
Respective footwear choices? Salomon ventilated approach shoes in my case and a pair of The North Face Hedgehog GTX approach shoes in Caroline’s.
And in the bags? Rohan Progress polo and the wardrobe’s latest addition (a Rohan Stratum Polo Long Sleeve) plus a pair of Rohan Goa trousers, a couple of pairs of Rohan Cool Silver Trunks, a couple of pairs of M&S trainer socks plus the usual wash kit and a Snugpak travel towel, just in case.
Caroline’s bag was also Rohan filled – couple of long sleeved tops, another Ultra Silver Camisole plus her wash kit and her Ecco Blom Lite Ballerina Pump shoes.
Did everything work? Yes, it did. Not everything was from Rohan this time around, but the items that didn’t carry that brand name were chosen because we know they work and they have been repeatedly used over the last five years or so.
The choices were also useful in both the coastal and urban situations and allowed us to layer according to the prevailing weather conditions, so whilst some items have been used out in warm climes, they also proved their worth as part of a subtle layering system for a couple of Autumn days out.
Had we used public transport as we do on some of our travels, the choices of clothing, shoes and bags would have been ideal.
Did we need anything else? Well Caroline had her umbrella with her to combat the rain showers on Monday morning.
As my pound shop umbrella had popped its clogs in Portugal, it was time to head into Poundstretcher and bite the bullet as the replacement brolly cost the princely sum of £1.99.
Did packing light work once more? Oh yes and it was worth it to see the look on the face of the receptionist at Hampton by Hilton in Newcastle-upon-Tyne when we checked out and I said ‘Yes, this is all of my luggage…’.
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