A flying trip to the north of England. Durham and Northumberland are places where folks speak in a charming James Herriot-like burr, where there are zillions of sheep, high moors where little grows, and castles, keeps, moats, walls, and fortifications everywhere to fend off the marrauding Scots. There are lovely, bustling, and prosperous market and cathedral towns with no big box stores in sight. There are lead mines, hiking trails galore, amazing vistas, and real ale. It is strikingly beautiful.
Monday, May 01, 2006
North of England
A flying trip to the north of England. Durham and Northumberland are places where folks speak in a charming James Herriot-like burr, where there are zillions of sheep, high moors where little grows, and castles, keeps, moats, walls, and fortifications everywhere to fend off the marrauding Scots. There are lovely, bustling, and prosperous market and cathedral towns with no big box stores in sight. There are lead mines, hiking trails galore, amazing vistas, and real ale. It is strikingly beautiful.
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