We were up and ready in good time this morning as I was keen to bag a parking space in Seahouses, a local seaside destination about three miles down the road. The Chef fancied having a look there since we were passing so close to it. With so many motorhomes touring the area suitable parking spaces are in short supply, so it's all a bit competitive.
First we had to dump everything and take on some fresh water. When I dump the grey water I'm usually careful where I put the cap for the donkey's dangler-sized water outlet. This morning as we were leaving the campsite having been over a few sleeping policemen around the site I realised I hadn't closed the valve, put the cap back on and raised it higher from the ground, so out I climbed and ran back to the dump station in the hope I could find the cap. There was no sign of it, so I checked near each road hump, nothing. I wondered what could have happened to it, but luckily as I approached the vehicle from the rear the cap was still sat on the rear tow bar where I must have put it, so that was lucky.
It didn't take us long to reach Seahouses and the car and coach park I had identified as a place to leave the motorhome (N55.580882° W1.655786°). At the far end of the car park there were already two motorhomes parked up, then we realised they had been there all night. I was impressed by this as local councils usually make life difficult for motorhomers. We purchased a 24-hour ticket for seven pounds, something our new neighbours must have done yesterday.
We killed a bit of time reading as it was still only about 08:30. Then it was time for a walk round.
So a bit about Seahouses:
Seahouses attracts many visitors, mainly from the north east area. However national and international tourists often come to Seahouses whilst visiting the Northumberland National Park, Northumberland Coast and the Farne Islands. Seahouses also has a working fishing port, which also serves the tourist trade, being the embarkation point for visits to the Farne Islands. From shops in the town and booths along the harbour, several boat companies operate, offering various packages which may include inter alia landing on at least one Farne, seeing seals and seabirds, and hearing a commentary on the islands and the Grace Darling story or scuba diving on the many Farne Islands wrecks. Grace Darling's brother is buried in the cemetery at North Sunderland. He died in 1903, aged 84. The current Seahouses lifeboat bears the name Grace Darling.
The Seahouses Festival is an annual cultural event which began in 1999 as a small sea shanty festival. After a significant European funding grant from the Leader+ programme, in 2005, it has grown into a more broadly based cultural celebration.
There are claims that kippers were first created in Seahouses in the 1800s, and they are still produced locally to this day.
Do you see what I mean? Even those who try to paint it in a good light struggle a bit.
It didn't take long for us the reach the harbour where boat trips had already started. Not for me thank you. I think it would have been a bit bouncy out at sea today as there was a bit of a breeze blowing and a swell to go with it.
Then it was a walk around the headland past a large static holiday park, which looked rather nice if you like that sort of thing. After that it was up on to the main road and back to the village centre. So that was it, we hadn't missed anything, we'd seen it all ................ this was going to be hard work. Once we could hang it out no longer we bought ourselves fish & chips and took them back to the motorhome for an early lunch. Who knows maybe we had even bought them from the same chippie that Harrison Ford visited.
After a long lunch break we ventured out again. I decided that a second look didn't even warrant taking the camera out with me. Typically of course we came across an original minivan which had been converted to an ice cream van. It looked really cute and I imagine would be worth a lot of money to a collector, but here it was still earning its keep. Sadly I couldn't take a picture.
One good thing was that we came across a small shop selling delicious-looking strawberries, as we had yet to have any this season I persuaded the Chef to buy some along with a pot of double cream. On the way back to the motorhome I
noticed a sign in the car park which prohibited sleeping or camping, but I guess the way things are at the moment the authorities are cutting tourists a bit of slack.
That was it, we could drag it out no longer. To think that people come here on holiday takes some believing, but each to their own, and if they enjoy going there good for them
So we were off to The Shepherds Rest, (N55.407731° W1.720724°) a pub with a small Camping & Caravanning Club site behind it. We're here for two nights at twenty-five pounds a night. Tomorrow we're off in to town for a visit to Alnwick Castle.
This evening we have the England v Scotland football match. The pub here is geared up for it with lots of outside space available for fans to watch the game on TV. We'll probably watch it indoors as there isn't much else on to watch. I hope Scotland's goalkeeper had a good night's sleep last night.