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 ?

Monday, 22 August 2011

Hollywood comes to Blyth !

A recent afternoon outing to Blyth-by-the-sea had us caught up in parking chaos. The carpark on the beachfront was full with both day trippers as well as a film crew legion from the Bristol film unit. After shoe horning the car onto the last triangle of tarmac, we walked towards the Fish and Chip shop for a late lunch. The crowds had spilled out of the cafe onto the prominade with their own Hallibut and Hake to watch the proceedings. I must confess, after doing likewise , I could`nt help feel that filming was a long drawn out affair with lots of `bods` doing a lot of standing around trying to look important.
A quick chat with the security guard told us the they were filming a new episode of `Vera` for ITV. A Northeast based detective series apparently. The director was sat in her canvas foldy up chair under the official`Gazeebo`, with a larger attentive crew than the actors. The bloke in the grey vest was trying to look menacing and cool. Cool being the opperative word here as he was fighting off the chill northeast wind. Pity the guy with the reflector, arms outstretched for what seemed like hours.

From this angle, it was difficult to see who was the star of the show. I was soon to be reliably informed by a fan, that `she ower yonder` was Brenda Blethyn. We were forced to wait five minuites whilst the relevant lines were spoken, not that we could hear above the sound of the overhanging gulls, then we would be `allowed to pass` to gain access to the sunny northeastern shoreline. The sun that day,.....  forgot to shine me thinks.


Not sure who the bloke in black is, but I guess he needs to get a proper job.
Anyway, we took a stroll along the coaly beach for an hour or so and found upon our return that they had upsticks and moved to a derelect farmhouse nearby. Did`nt see her anymore though. Probably shot off back to her penthouse suit at the Percy Arms !

Such is life, eh ?

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