Tuesday 26 June 2012: Northumberland, day 1
Ugh, I'm a week behind on my blipping. So here is the beginning of the great catch-up...
About one minute after A left with Dada to go to nursery I was already missing him. I sent Granny a text asking her to please spoil him rotten. It felt very strange going away without him, but I know he's going to have a blast with his grandparents.
Dada came back with the car and we hit the road at 11am. It was gorgeous and sunny, the countryside was beautiful, the tunes on Radio 2 were excellent and all was good in the world. Until...uh oh. Oh no. No no no. Ugh. We'd left the buggy (stroller) at home. Really? Could we have actually done this? Yes. We were just over an hour and 32 miles into our journey. Nearby was the biggest town in the Borders, Galashiels, where there is Tesco superstore as well as a giant Asda. What do we do? For better or worse, we decided to go back home and get our buggy. I'm still not sure it was the right decision but it's done so it has to be. We had lunch outside at a cafe in Marchmont - ha - and hit the road again. Two hours lost, buggy found.
The blue skies turned grey and as soon as we reached Flodden Fields they opened up and started to pour. Dada had never been and, the history
freak buff that he is, he insisted on hiking up a hill to stand in an empty field so that he could visualise the battle that took place there. No thanks -- M and I stayed dry in the car. Well, I got out a few times to sit with him and take this photo, but otherwise we hung tight.
With our two-hour delay we arrived in Alnmouth to our b&b quite late. We unpacked the car and went right to the pub/restaurant downstairs and it was great. M was on amazing form, working the bar with his best flirty moves, and we had a nice dinner and a pint. All was not lost.