It was Sunday. I was reluctant to use my car in the evening as I'd been told twice the day before that one of my rear lights wasn't working, and I didn't want to be told a third time by a police officer. So there was only one option for getting from my house to the Lawe Top - walk. OK, I suppose I could have bussed part of it, but actually once I was all wrapped up and in my stride going down Chichester Road I realised yet again that I do just enjoy walking. Once again the old brain had a chance to process a few things while I pounded the pavements, just like the good old days! It took half an hour, maybe less.
Walking home was OK too. I wasn't late and even though there were a few 'characters' about I felt safe in the well-lit streets, adopting the 'they're more afraid of you than you are of them' approach.
It's at times like this that I begin to wonder if I really do need a car. Sure, I'd need public transport to get to work, but then the pass would be valid for frawsies at the weekend. Maybe I could. Maybe I should.
Tuesday, 26 February 2013
Sunday, 17 February 2013
Along the Leas to Souter Lighthouse
Even though my walk a week year is finished I've still been doing bits and pieces of walks. But today was Spring! And maybe for one day only, so I though I'd take advantage of the sun and walk along the Leas to Souter.
I got onto the coast road by the Bamburgh pub and crossed onto the Leas. I took the path across the middle, rather than round the edge and was soon nearing Marsden Grotto. It is still 'clarty' as we good Geordies say, but drying up all the time. Half of Shields was out walking the dog, or jogging or riding bikes and just strolling along. The sea looked lovely and the Leas are starting to look green again. Souter, of course, never changes and after a quick canter round the shop I headed back to Marsden beach.
The steps down to the beach did wonders for my knees! The left one was a bit creaky but it was fine by the time I got to the sand. I walked along the beach, marvelling yet again at the sculptural effects of the cliffs, and watching the seabirds beginning to nest. Then it was up the slope and along by the Velvet Beds and the cliff tops to the road down to the Waterfront.
From there I headed inland to Highfield Road, Westoe and home.
How many miles? Must have been a few and I felt quite tired by the end. But, Hadrian's Wall beckons so I'd better start getting fit!
I got onto the coast road by the Bamburgh pub and crossed onto the Leas. I took the path across the middle, rather than round the edge and was soon nearing Marsden Grotto. It is still 'clarty' as we good Geordies say, but drying up all the time. Half of Shields was out walking the dog, or jogging or riding bikes and just strolling along. The sea looked lovely and the Leas are starting to look green again. Souter, of course, never changes and after a quick canter round the shop I headed back to Marsden beach.
The steps down to the beach did wonders for my knees! The left one was a bit creaky but it was fine by the time I got to the sand. I walked along the beach, marvelling yet again at the sculptural effects of the cliffs, and watching the seabirds beginning to nest. Then it was up the slope and along by the Velvet Beds and the cliff tops to the road down to the Waterfront.
From there I headed inland to Highfield Road, Westoe and home.
How many miles? Must have been a few and I felt quite tired by the end. But, Hadrian's Wall beckons so I'd better start getting fit!
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