It took me ages to relate the place name Alnwick to what I was hearing which sounded like Yanik.
The six of us drove in two cars to Yanik, and there I saw the Alnwick sign and all became clear. It wasn't much of a day weather wise. We took a walk to the Alnwick Castle, which is pretty good as castle's go, but we had seen enough old stones and baulked at the entry price. We walked down to a pretty bridge over the River Aln. It just started to lightly rain, so we headed back to the local club for a drink. We had to stop along the way when the rain briefly pelted down. We tried not to laugh as a gust of wind caught a canvas roof in the market place and dumped a few litres of water over a poor unfortunate. We sat in the club far too long nursing a single beer but eventually we left and had a bite to eat at a cafe.
The weather was not really going to get any better, so we headed back to the farm house. Dinner was served about four thirty! But then we had a big supper later. Another evening of quizzes and assisting our 60 plus year old host with her Facebook page.
Alnwick Castle, second in size as an inhabited castle to Windsor Castle and home to the Earl of Northumberland. The no longer used for the purpose Alnwick Railway Station is very ostentatious I believe, as royalty often used the station.
Pottergate Tower, part of an old city wall.
A man put these bottles in a window over 150 years ago, and promptly died. It was said that if anyone ever tried to move them, they too would have the same fate. So there they have sat, untouched and now sealed in the window.
The lion was sculpted for a reluctant payer, and so the sculptor added the absurd tail.