Rock fall

Tom and I walked through the drizzle and wind from Spittal almost as far as Cocklawburn. The sea was rough and visibility poor - the usual fabulous views from the cliff top hidden in the murk.

Then a trip to Wooler for lunch and a look round, and on to Berwick. We were both very restrained, and left a couple of outdoor shops without any purchases. Tempted though!

Mr M was out playing at a late ceilidh, so Tom introduced me to Netflix in the evening...