We spent the weekend here. It was fabulously relaxing and involved the discovery of Barter Books; an enormous second hand book shop in the old railways station where we spent a few hours noodling around and I returned with the awesome stash pictured above. We found a tiny pub in salt-crusted windy Seahouses filled with seafaring memorabilia and bearded, gruff curmudgeons straight out of Hemingway. There is an old priory on Holy Island which is where the first English Christians settled in AD 635 and a few hundred years later, the Polanski film Cul-de-sac was made. Its only reachable in low tide and we managed to briefly see the ruins before the dark and potential for Certain Death By Drowning caused me to wimp out and insist we get back to the mainland. On Sunday night we had dinner in an ACTUAL TREEHOUSE. It was a little bit magical.

And given the perspective of distance from the Big Smoke, our conversations turned to plans and schemes and options and possibilities for the next few years. Watch this space y’all!

There are more photos of our weekend here and I am guest posting over at Sus’ place today on creativity and shame and rusty old vans.

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