From a railway carriage

by Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894)

Faster than fairies, faster than witches,
Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches;
And charging along like troops in a battle
All through the meadows the horses and cattle;
All of the sights of the hill and the plain
Fly as thick as driving rain;
And ever again, in the wink of an eye;
Painted stations whistle by.
Here is a child who clambers and scrambles,
All by himself and gathering brambles;
Here is a tramp who stands and gazes;
And here is the green for stringing the daisies;
Here is a cart run away in the road
Lumping along with man and load;
And here is a mill, and there is a river;
Each a glimpse and gone forever!

Amble and Warworth.

Amble and Warworth.
This photograph captures the essence of the Northeast. History and beauty. Warkworth castle from Amble Harbour

Each a glimpse and gone forever.

The Northeast of England is rich in history. It has a great and justly proud heritage offering beginnings that changed the world. Its lands have been born to many interesting characters who helped chart the course of history and offer a great wealth of passion into this world.
There are many undiscovered corners if you know where to look and of course it has some hallowed turf where many have been known to trod and still do so. Its coastline and islands gives you the opportunity to stand alone on golden sands if you should so wish, and also to be one of many that enjoy the easterly breeze when the need arrises.
Our hills and valleys are some of the finest in Great Britian, wild and unspoilt yet welcoming and warming. The Northeast is fast becoming a valuable resource for fine food and drink, driven by pride, passion and its clean air and fresh waters.
Here is a land and a landscape available to all, yet still harbouring many undiscovered gems. So, what are you waiting for ?

Thursday, 25 August 2011

Errrg, Yuk !

Many moons ago Cadbury`s as it was then, used to sell their Old Jamaica rum and risen bar for unsuspecting dads at Christmas's`s, birthdays and fathers days. It was a big seller and it was wrapped differently in the usual foil first then covered with an orange label with an old sailing ship on the front, something like a Clipper. Here is the modern equivalent.
Having rarely seen this on the shop shelves, I finally managed to buy a bar yesterday. Knowing the wrapper was different, I concluded that their production methods had just moved with the times but also, they have completely wiped away the nostalgia.
Internet research suggested the recipe was a mix of both milk and dark chocolate but upon tasting,to me it was just a rum version of their dark Bournville bar and chalky as the Bournville bar always was. Tasteless in my opinion after the chocolate had been sucked off the raisins and the rum `flavouring` as described on the packet, must have had a whiff of essence applied to the mix. Incidentally, this bar is made for Kraft, erm I mean Cadbury`s, somewhere in a foreign land in the EU.
I was disappointed to say the least and doubt if the bar will ever be finished off. I can feel it heading off to the bin as I speak. Shame on you Kraft. As we all know, Cadbury`s is on the slippery slope like Thorntons, all that proud history ruined. 
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