Thursday, February 9, 2012

Finally, some photos!

We went away last weekend.

Tall Guy didn't quite escape reality...
It was a spur-of-the-moment, let’s-get-outta-here, throw-caution-to-the-wind-and-ignore-the-snow-in-the-forecast type of trip.
We decided to go to “THE NORTH”.
Angel of the North, aka the Gateshead Flasher
On the way, we stopped in York, where we experienced our first English snowfall.

Then we drove on the snow-covered roads to the surprisingly snow-less roads of “The North”, ending up at The Anchor Inn.

Well, to be honest, we had made a reservation. Those of you who know Tall Guy will already know that “spur of the moment” actually means “a quickly typed word document detailing nearly our every move” (as opposed to seven versions of an excel document detailing our every move).

We were cold. The Inn was warm. We ate a really good dinner in a dining room with a real fire. We slept in blackness and quiet. (You can’t beat sleeping in the country.) We woke up. I checked out my guidebook, whilst sitting on a window seat!
We had a delicious Northumbrian breakfast to fuel us up for a day of rome-ing around Hadrian's Wall.
Of COURSE I ate it all!

striking a pose on the wall

two-thousand year old toilets

10 points if you know where this is!
The moral of the story? "Spontanious" trips are fun! Go North!

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