A Walk Around Our Hearts

My sister and I managed to get out of our respective houses for a bit of break. Driving up to Warkworth where we both spent a bit of our childhood, we parked up on the road outside Bank House Cottages and went for a walk. It was a cold winter day but there's something so magical and special about this place for us, that the temperature was just right...

 If you look very carefully in the photograph below, you'll see the pitched rooftops of Bank House Cottages (roughly at 11.00 o'clock to the hay bail's 12.00 o'clock)...

 Here they are...

Steeped as it is in so many memories, Lesley and I always have a conversation where we try to recall the events and people of those years. It's as though saying the names out loud, putting them into the air once again, makes them real and tangible again.

Sometimes the mood is sombre...

But mostly, it's happy times we remember...

 

In the deep gloom of the afternoon, we talk about the three things we associate with our time spent at Bank House:

Trains in the distance 

Crows bickering and erupting into flight

Endless blue skies

This afternoon there came the lonely drone of a single engine plane. This contrasted to the earlier roar of three jet fighters circling each other low on the horizon. We shivered as the sound washed towards us. 

Walking back toward the car...

walking down Berry Bank where my mother cycled as a child...

and where we scattered her ashes in 2006...

Leaving Walkworth...

Half an hour later we were having a pot of tea in the wonderfully warm cafe at Barter Books in Alnwick...

Nearly home...