Time to wander.

Nestling in the very north of the north east of England is Berwick upon Tweed.

One of the few walled towns of Britain, its changed hands a dozen times. I moved here 12 years ago. One of the best walks in the area is a walk along the walls. It’s a distance of 1.1 miles, perfect for dog walkers, toddlers, visitors and locals alike. The local schools use it for the Sports relief sponsored mile. Watching all the little faces, marching along in twos is a heart warming sight and there’s an annual Curfew Run too. There’s a much slower pace around lunchtime on a Sunday, going up the walls is somewhat of a hangover cure round these parts 🙂


I like to start at the town side of the old bridge. I can see it waiting for me as I walk over form Tweedmouth. Years ago, this was the only bridge to join Berwick with the opposite side of land. Before that, a boat was used, so I’ve been told. Now there’s the rail bridge, the new bridge and this one. Right at the end of the old bridge is a side path which takes you onto Quay Walls. A long line of houses, all of which are listed, with original windows, doorways and shutters.


When the sun shines, I love just walking along here slowly, watching the tourists as they gaze around. I forget that not everywhere has buildings this old, or so many of them. The walls are low enough that I can see over and watch the fishing boats and canoeists on the tweed, going out to sea.


The Quayside


The Quay Walls houses

Interesting fact – We used to live in one of these houses, it was haunted by an old lady. We don’t live there now, nothing to do with the wee ghostie!

As the sun shines, it brings everything to life. It sparkles off the water, the window panes, the new leaves. Right along the walkway there’s resting areas and seats, when the days are a bit warmer it’s an ideal place to sit and read or crochet.

Remnants of the towns troubled past are scattered along the way. Barred doorways, hidden corridors and the ruins of barracks from years gone bye. The town still has cannons, but we don’t use them!

The very best thing about being on the walls isn’t just that you can see Lindisfarne and Bamburgh castle in the distance. It isn’t the fact that the town has been around for over 900 years. It’s that no matter where you go, you can see another walk, another wee bit to explore!


the path to Spittal Point

From here you can continue along to the Ramparts or head into town. Today, I had shopping to do so I had to cut my walk short. Feeling rejuvenated, at peace and refreshed I know it wont be long before I’m walking along the walls again.

The day the snow came.

Finally, it would appear that winter has landed. We were just driving over the border into Scotland when the first few flakes fell. That sounds overly dramatic, especially since we live a mere 4 miles from said border, but I love wintry weather and I’m allowed to be dramatic! In fact, we were going to Haddington, a lovely wee place with a decent wool shop and, importantly, an orthodontist. My middle child was due a check up after getting her braces off, so we were off a merry jaunt. Half way there it dawned on me that being in the habit of crocheting as a passenger might not be a good thing. I have a full drivers licence, the reason I don’t drive everywhere is because I like walking (and getting the train, crocheting again!) But sooner or later I’ll need to do my share of the driving, so I’d better get into the habit of paying attention.

A brief visit to Haddington and we were on our way home again, the snow had stopped and we came home to daughter number 2  feeling poorly after getting a vaccine at school yesterday. We had veggie fingers for tea, while my son had fish fingers and other half had beef curry. Did I yearn for meat? nope. I have to confess, I didn’t think this whole vegan thing would be this easy. A lot of my success is down to the girls doing it too, to keep me company. They’re the best cheerleaders ever.  After tea, we took the dog to the beach, in the dark. It was really quite nice. I’m not fond of wandering around in the dark, but once my eyes adjusted, everything was kinda a bluey grey with the occasional small speckling of snow to remind us that the winter’s not finished with us yet. It also smelt strongly of seaweed, which the dog loves, he’s not worked out how to roll in things yet. I admit, having a pitch black dog is definitely an advantage when walking in the dark.

It’s been the kind of day I like, a quick trip out of town, but back in time to relax, have a wander and appreciate living in a small coastal town. Nothing massive happened, no major setbacks (if you’ve ever been stuck on the A1, you know how lucky I’m feeling), just my growing family going about their day. As my kids grow and go out into the world, I’m starting to cherish these days more and more.