East of Hull – Keeping Spurn Wild

So then, what’s East of Hull? ‘Rotterdam?’ I hear you ask. Well yes, but before you get there is the strange, flat, watery, eroding and beautiful place where Sarah’s just stayed.

“Sarah Horton here, reporting from a recent trip to ‘the end of the world’, as I described the Spurn peninsula to Ronnie! ‘Spurn,’ you say, ‘where’s that then?’ Well it’s what’s to the east of Hull, and it’s one of the strangest and loveliest places I’ve ever visited. Read on for more.

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I’m the sort of person who likes time alone, always have been. My work as a funeral celebrant is demanding and challenging, so I’ll often take time away to recharge. Right now, I’m not working, as I’ve been involved in a road traffic accident with a big truck, leaving me without a car, shaken, vulnerable, and in need of some time to recover. Feeling a bit restless after four weeks of rest, physio and emotional support, I’m ready to step back into the world – very gently – and see what that feels like. Continue reading “East of Hull – Keeping Spurn Wild”

Northumberland, huge sandy beaches & wide open skies

Whilst I was striding about Liverpool buying LPs and ranting about street markets over the weekend, Sarah was on a ‘Walking Women’ holiday with a dozen or so other women in Northumberland. As you’ll see the weather was wonderful, the whole place is beyond gorgeous. And it just makes you sick doesn’t it?

No but it looks like she had a great time and, now she’s back home, she shares it here with the rest of us, so we can dream about going there too.

Thursday 20th March, two trains from Liverpool (change at York), the X18 bus from Berwick (it’s an Arriva so strangely familiar), and I arrive in the village of Bamburgh just before 3pm. I head straight for the castle, which sits so invitingly at the end of the road.

Bamburgh Castle from the village.
Bamburgh Castle from the village.

I’m here for four nights, in Bamburgh, on a Walking Women holiday – it’s their ‘Gentle Northumbrian Coast’ holiday. I need a break, I want to do something outdoors and I don’t want to have to think about my arrangements. So this sounds perfect. Organised walking doesn’t begin until tomorrow… so I’m off to explore on my own for a bit.

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To the Lighthouse (with the Lighthouse Keeper)

In June 2013, Sarah and I went to stay for a few days in one of our favourite places on earth, Anglesey. In this first post about our visit we manage to get into a place we have long admired, the South Stack Lighthouse. The post, as you will see, features a man called Gordon Medlicott, amongst the last of the Lighthouse Keepers here before all of the UK’s lighthouses were automated up to 1998.

Association of Lighthouse Keepers.
Association of Lighthouse Keepers.

In fact all lighthouses have fascinated us both for years. On our travels up and down the west coast of Britain we have always made detours to go and look at them. And I remember once when we were in Cornwall going specially to Penzance to visit the National Lighthouse Museum, only to find it had recently been closed down.

Imagine my delight then, when one Sunday in March 2014, I received an email from Gordon Medlicott, the Lighthouse Keeper featured here, saying how much he’d enjoyed the post. With Gordon’s agreement some of his words are now included at the end of the piece. After all, it’s not every day you hear from a Lighthouse Keeper!

Here in Liverpool on a grey, partly rainy Tuesday our blue, sunny weekend on Anglesey seems a world away already. But full of photographs, memories and opinions, we have lots to say about what we found, and will both be doing so in a few linked posts this week.

We stayed here, Anglesey Outdoor Centre.
We stayed here, Anglesey Outdoor Centre.

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