The land of my birth
I paid a flying visit to England this weekend for a 30 year school reunion- which was a wonderful trip down memory lane…
….I also managed to fit in a trip to one of my favourite places on the planet.
Dunstanburgh Castle, Northumberland
I’ve been walking the two miles each way to this magnificent ruined castle on the Northumbrian Coast for my whole life. I try to go every time I’m in Northern England. One of the most magical places anywhere and very close to where my father was born and grew up. It’s very, very special to me.
Helen
July 8th, 2012 at 11:07 pm
I can completely relate to this post having just had the most wonderful experience meeting family I never knew I had. Places with meaning are a part of us, aren’t they?
July 9th, 2012 at 12:06 am
Looks like you had a lovely weekend down memory lane!
July 9th, 2012 at 12:24 am
It didn’t, and you didn’t wash away then!
July 9th, 2012 at 4:24 am
It looks hauntingly beautiful, Helen. So happy for you… xxoo
July 9th, 2012 at 9:10 am
Oh I love that walk to Dunstanburgh Castle. It is so beautiful. I love that whole coastline actually. One of the over looked parts of the world and that is fine by me as less crowds. Visitors come and go straight to Alnwick and then move on.
July 9th, 2012 at 3:43 pm
I adore the bareness of this coastline – I’ve always been drawn to places off the beaten track and would like nothing more than to take a walk along that rocky beach.
How brave of you to attend a school reunion lol.
July 9th, 2012 at 10:45 pm
I do like that castle, but have yet to get a good photo of it *sigh*
July 10th, 2012 at 2:43 am
Northumberland is lovely. I enjoyed seeing it on film while watching VERA a detective show (British). I posted a photo of a finished quilt top recently.
July 10th, 2012 at 4:05 am
You can just see Heathcliff pacing about the moors. It is a beautiful and rugged spot, thank you for sharing.