The
“No Plan Kids” Had no plan!
Is
this the end of the Dynamic Duo?
Will
the World spin off it’s axis?
Tune
in next time to find out!
Well
we are still here so the World didn’t spin off its axis……
So
what were we going to do? We still have tickets for the Edinburgh
Tattoo at the beginning of August and that is about 450 miles from
Portsmouth, so the obvious thing to do was start heading North!
Still
a little confused we decided to head for our old stomping ground on
the Wirral – Arrowe Brooke Farm. Trevor who runs it has become a
good friend now and had no problem fitting us in.
We
stayed 3 nights, had dinner with Stewart and Linda (Barb’s brother
and sister in law) then breakfast with our daughter Sally at the
Marina where she lives on a canal boat.
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The Marina and canal boats |
In
between we though about where we’d been and we realized that we had
never been to the North East coast of England.
And
the “No Plan Kids” hit the road again with some generally West
then North kind of ideas.
Barbara’s
cousin Janet lives in a small seaside town, Filey and as that was on
the North East coast we found a campground just a 5 minute walk
outside of town.
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Good Yorkshire summer weather, pouring rain and blowing a gale! |
Unfortunately
this area is known for it’s bad weather and true to form it rained
almost the whole time we were there. We met up with Janet and walked
around the sea front then looked for somewhere to eat. Unfortunately
it seems everywhere closes at 3pm! Being Monday was even worse as
apparently only 2 restaurants are open on Mondays and one was fully
booked.
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Even the lobsters were turning blue with the cold! |
We
managed to get a table in the other one and enjoyed fresh seafood
there.
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Yum fresh fish and chips |
This
whole coast is famous for holiday resorts and fishing so there are
lots of choices for both usually. We headed further North following
the Northumberland Coastal Route with glimpses of the cliffs and a
gray cold looking North Sea.
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Lindisfarne the "Holy Isle" where Christianity first came to Britain |
A
stop at the “Holy Isle” Lindisfarne was very enjoyable. The
island has a causeway to it from the mainland and the tides are
posted everywhere because when the tide comes in the causeway is
submerged! Even so we saw later that dome foolish people managed to
get stranded.
The
UK maps always fool us because of the scale. Our Rand McNally maps in
The US are about 25 miles to the inch but the UK one which is the
same physical size as our US map book is only 5 miles to the inch. As
a result places that we thonk should be 50 miles away by road run out
to be 10!
Before
we worked it out we were on the Scottish Border camping at the “Last
Pub in England”!
We
met another couple who were touring also and had a few pleasant chats
with them. We were both leaving the next morning and gave the usual
RV’ers farewell. “See you on the road somewhere”.
We
had a little difficulty finding another place to stay between there
and Edinburgh, this being the height of the summer season (despite
all the rain), plus the Edinburgh Festival is on which attracts
people from all over the planet.
We
eventually found a little “Ayre” with 4 places in a little
fishing village called Eyemouth and fortuitously it was the “Herring
Festival” with events like a sand castle competition, rowing race and
a Miss Herring Fleet competition. A fun Fair was in town and there were fireworks on Saturday evening.
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Picturesque Eyemouth Harbour |
The first people we met were the couple we'd bid farewell to that same morning! They were camped next to us! |
Sand castle competiton! |
We
had so much fun, found all the little local pubs, ate Lobster salad
straight out of the fish mongers shop and met a young couple David
and Jenna who were on here first ever RV trip in a rented motor home
and struggling to find out how to work all the systems. Naturally we
were glad to give them some hints and tips!
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Tiny harbour entrance |
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Quaint back streets |
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Touching memorial to the victims and family of the 1881 disaster in which 128 fishermen drowned in a storm. |
We
only had 60 or so miles to go to Edinburgh and decided to take some
backroads. Just a few miles outside Eyemouth we stumbled across
another knockout little fishing village called St Ebbs.
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St Ebbs Harbour |
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Fresh off the boat. |
The equal of
any we visited in Cornwall I think and seemingly carved out of the
side of a rock cliff. Places like these are the reason we don’t
plan anything. We would miss them if we had to drive from one place
directly to another.
Long
live the No Plan Kids!