New York, New castle...

The mean streets of New York? No, the meandering streets of Newcastle, but clearly I'm not the first to think of the similarity as that florists is called '5th Avenue Flowers'. Our last morning in Newcastle so we had breakfast in Violets Cafe near the hotel, a walk round the Quayside, a look at the rather unimpressive art in the Baltic, and bought two Greggs stotties to bring home. Greggs (of Gosforth, as they used to be known) have conquered the entire UK but for some reason they still only seem to sell their wonderful stotties on Tyneside. The weather was better with a lovely sunny morning, and we got a lunchtime train back, stopping off at the supermarket where I got drenched walking from the car in the only, and short-lived, shower of the day.

I've added a couple of extras; the Swing, High Level, Metro and (if you look closely) the King Edward VII bridges (and a bit of the Tyne Bridge in the top right corner), and some of the Kittiwakes (or as pronounced locally, Ki’iwearks, as Technophobe correctly pointed out a couple of days ago) nesting on one of the pillars of the Tyne Bridge, through a rather murky hotel window.