I know it’s only January, but I’ve got March on the brain.
And it’s looking something like this:
- Leave Thursday sometime.
- Take hour and fifteen flight up to Edinburgh.
- Spend an evening dining well, and the next day walking the Royal Mile.
- Take the next 2-3 days leisurely road tripping the 500 miles back down south, by way of Tynemouth, Durham, and Lincoln.
- Cap extended sightseeing weekend that following Monday or Tuesday (depending on the route) with stop off at the waterfront local for a drinkie-poo, Mediterranean meal and chat with Leon and the crew.
Never fight a plan that practically builds itself.
It’s been a few years since I’ve stepped in Scotland. And I’ve not been up north to Tynemouth since 2003. So that will be a fun re-visit.
Tynemouth is a lovely spot, with an old ruined priory and sea-side cliffs, and beautiful side-by-side homes, each with fresh colourful front gardens.
It’s also the former home of my dearest friend who passed away this time last year. That’s how I know of the place. She introduced much of Tynemouth to me when we stayed up there in 2003. Great time.
So I shall pay my respects to Fossil by saying hello to her beloved town.
Quite fitting I think.
Time to go.
According to his text, I’m to make myself “salon ready” for a cocktail hour at my brother Drew’s place.
Apparently, my Old Navy ripped jeans will just not do.
I really only shine when dressed like a hobo hippie.
Anyway, before signing off, I’d like to give a shout out to my other brother on his birthday today. Enjoy your day my almost Irish Twin. Mine’s right behind you.