Sunday morning by the Tyne

Geordie had promised Melissa that he would buy her a cup of the local brew when he took her home to Newcastle for the first time.  (That's milky coffee, not Newcastle Brown!)

The morning after the night before (see yesterday's blip please). I had little voice but managed a short stroll through the market by the quayside before returning to Hexham in time for Margaret's 90th birthday party. Collapsed into bed afterwards and now have NO VOICE. Since Mum is quite deaf, we are having fun communicating.

The extra is of the only people on the pop up beach when I passed by. Bit chilly.