Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Day 22, Blanchland

It was a bit of a drive, over hill and down dale and another hill and another. The road twisted and turned, widened and narrowed. There was a gorgeous view of Derwent Reservoir and then we arrived at the historic town of Blanchland. We found an artist's gallery, the artist actually being there, and had a long chat and bought some bits and pieces. He emigrated to Australia in the early sixties, but to avoid conscription, returned to England. He lived in the Tullamarine area and had painted a picture of the Windsor Hotel.

We had a beer at the Lord Crewe Arms Hotel in took a stroll in the beer garden. Some fool had bought me a shandy, me being the driver, and it was revolting, but I was saved by a wasp diving into it. Please, I can have one small full strength beer and still drive. The day was marred somewhat by a an extremely strong wind, and it wasn't just local, as will be mentioned later.

Back to Hexham where we had a late lunch at Wetherspoons in the Hexham picture theatre.

K and J packed up while R and I took a long walk along the river, in the direction away from Hexham.

K and J left. What do we do tomorrow? Stay in Hexham? We have seen enough old stuff. We are surrounded by it. Take a trip to Edinburgh? What about Blackpool?

Most of the houses in Blanchland were like this one. The front door would be about 5 feet, six inches high, so you would need to be a good ducker. In fact there was a lot of ducking in Blanchland. We were ducking the whole time we were there. All of the houses had lovely potted garden displays.
Bridge over the River Derwent at Blanchland
This grave in the grounds of Blanchland Abbey, and it wasn't the only one either, was very sad. All of the children died before the parents. Most of them were under ten, but two made it to their twenties. Oddly, the father lived to the age of 85 and his wife to 92.
You want a beer garden? Now this is what I call a beer garden.
Back in Hexham, after the rain the day before, the Tyne had swelled and was flowing fiercely.
A stile, of a modern type. There is a paved crossing over the railway line nearby, so if you intend taking a vehicle or cattle across the railway line, call the Fat Controller on the phone to check the location of the next train.


  1. "The day was marred somewhat by a an extremely strong wind, and it wasn't just local..."

    Yes...sorry about that. It was national cabbage day.

  2. Anonymous3:04 pm

    Just stunning photos Andrew. Very sad but the gravestone is beautiful. There is a first name I have never seen before at the bottom - looks like Jabez. Perhaps a local name variation?

  3. Anonymous5:15 pm

    England has very pretty countryside - but some damn awful politicians.

  4. Yes, that's a decent beer garden!
    Loving the pics :)

  5. Brian, you just heard about Jayne making her cabbage soup.

    I did not pick that up LiD. It is an odd name and sounds Jewish. The mother's name was Hannah too. All the graves at the Abbey were past Minister's of the Abbey, I think.

    Everyone there was terribly down on Gordon Brown, Reuben. Apart from being a dour Scot and part of a government out of favour, I am not sure what he has done wrong.

    It is indeed Jayne. The photo did not show the cold howling wind.