Northumberland National Park
"There are places which are as if they have been painted by a master…how do these colours know the exact shade of a masterpiece?" P.186
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Lindisfarne Castle
"Idle, city cynic that I am, here I am constantly taken…by surprise. Out and about I think “Beauty. Simply. Beauty.” I never said this was not a beautiful land." P.186
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Ingram Valley
"…the air cut with lemon, the skies thick with light and cloud, the rise and fall of green fields, hills and moorland, the sweep of empty sands with a history of Romans and Vikings and bloody battles with the Scots." P.39
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Holy Island
"Northumberland is considered by many to be the cradle of Christianity, courtesy of the saints and holy men who once lived on its rocky outcrops among the seabirds and the seals." P.25
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Hadrian’s Wall
"Northumberland’s history is everywhere: the stones of an old barn, limekilns in the harbour, hedged fields around." P.42
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Alnwick
"I like country shops. They are much more interesting than city shops… They don’t do predictable in shops up here." P.147
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Bamburgh Castle
"I am not immune to the summer glory of Northumberland: the magnificence of the castles and beaches, and endless skies." P. 77
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The Cheviot
"It was one of Northumberland’s apple-crisp, beautiful mornings. The winter blue sky looked like a child had smeared white paint across it with his fist…the Cheviot Hills brooding in the distance." P.116
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Bluebell Woods
"I am used to city lands and tales of dark and streetsome terror when a woman walks alone. In a bluebell wood, you hear a movement in the crisp and wintered leaves and turn your head to catch nothing." P.182
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Dunstanburgh Castle
"I sat on a rock and watched the shivering sea and the islands that litter it." P.13
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Cragside Estate
"In the city, you could think seasons stood stock-still. There, I was lucky to notice one slip into the next…desk diaries spelling out the passing time." P.176
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Bamburgh Beach
"He found his spot in a wash of water running across the beach as the baby girl and I squatted down, gathering seashells and pressing them into sandy walls of small castles." P.223
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