Well, it is that time of year, even this year which has seen record-breaking heat and drought in many parts. Whereas pretty much all the grass down south is crispy brown, it is noticeable up here in Northumberland that the sheep in the fields have green grass to eat. Some of what kept it green arrived mid morning in the form of some moderately heavy rain.
So, our morning was spent keeping Frodo company and staying dry. The highlight of the morning was seeing the back of the unsociable wood burning stove and tent as it pulled out and moved on. We’d be able to breathe easier.
Our afternoon was forecast to be drier and a little brighter and so it turned out. We went to stretch our legs with a walk along the road to Embleton, a shade over a mile away. There is a route through the adjacent woodland, complete with treacherous, slippery tree roots, followed by a footpath through a field. Given the morning’s rain, though, dicing with that was unappealing so we dodged traffic instead.
We had a quick exchange with the waiting campsite staff as we prepared to walk out. Given the weekend exodus we thought they’d have a quieter day. Not so, they were expecting 45 arrivals. Yikes! Camping in France really quietens down half way through September with about 50% of the campsites closing down and here we are still as busy as ever.
There’s a village farm shop in Embleton that is open on a Sunday until 17:00. That gave us a little interest, as well as a reason for the walk, on what would otherwise have been a closed kind of day. We invested in a pot of Grey Poupon mustard, just in case I ended up making one of Frodo’s Stroganovs, and I couldn’t resist a pack of Bamburgh Bangers – good sausages are so hard to find and these just may fit the bill.
On the entertainment front of an otherwise dull day, we’ve had an amusing VW Campervan turn up. The red pop-up roof surround atop a blue van was bad enough but when the windscreen cover went on …
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