I rose at an ungodly hour to have breakfast with Mr C before he left to deliver his training course. I had a little bit of a giggle whilst the receptionist was trying to call a cab for Mr C. The surname is quite incomprehensible ‘up north’. I proffered the suggestion, just ask for ‘M’ it worked It reminded me of another memorable occasion in the Toon when two rooms had been booked and because the surname was so unusual one of the rooms ended up being cancelled, but that is another story…
I then asked where the nearest cash point was so I could pay for my lunch and headed there before exploring ‘Old Newcastle’ including the castle keep, bridges, Cathedral, and the Black Gate.
I had an early lunch in the Cathedral where I was pleased to see that cherry scones were on offer. Very tasty they were too
After my lunch I walked up Grey Street which was unfortunately almost completely shrouded in scaffolding! As I walked up the street a paramedic and ambulance arrived making me wonder if there had been an industrial accident. The two vehicles were still there after I had strolled up through the shopping area and through the Central Arcade…
As I walked back in the direction of the hotel the temperature dropped quite considerably and it was quite a relief to get back into the warmth of the Hotel (in the temporary reception area) where I had arranged to meet up with JD.
Hope you’re being careful wandering around Geordieland, Cherie. Some streets are … interesting.
I am always careful
But I am curious as to what sort of streets you were walking down to suggest such a precaution was necessary…
So much history in such a short walk. Just as well you did that walk in the day time as later on it would have had a different feel with the tough Geordie women in the Bigg Market (opposite the Cathedral) providing the antidote to your feelings about the North East weather Needless to say I stay clear of those sights but often eat on Grey Street … I’m so sorry that you didn’t see the street in its full glory.
I love your take on the photo with the curve. I had to work out where it was for a moment as I’m probably used to seeing newspaper photos of the spire rather than studying it for myself. I probably only spend the “Heritage Open Doors” september saturday there with my camera trying to fit in as many unusual openings as I can … and still not have time to look for viewpoints like this.
And I have often been warned about the Geordie men, something I never payed much attention too! I understand people
There is a saying when taking photos. Always remember to look up. I also always remember to look down, by doing that I often see things from a different perspective.