Now the day’s are doing their exercises and stretching a bit more. It’s no longer getting dark at four in the afternoon but nearer six thirty so I can start to hit some of my favourite destinations as well as sniffing out some new ones.
Outside the skies are gray, the wind is blowing and the rain is falling. Not the best of evenings. But on the plus side March is nearly here and Spring is creeping ever closer. The returning pleasures of long days and sunshine, throwing off the mole like hibernating habits of winter.
Ah Blackpool, the Queen of the Lancashire coast some would say, cheeky, fun, rowdy sometimes but it always does what it says on the tin
Right the days are starting to stretch themselves, second by second they get longer, brighter but as yet not much warmer. So the race it hotting up ( see what I did there) to get out on the trail again, get some trips organised before Autumn creeps around the corner bringing his icy friend with him and the year starts to shut down again.
A little way to the north east of the city centre lies the beautiful wooded valley of Jesmond Dene, the waters of the Ouseburn flowing through on their way to meet the Tyne.
Summer evenings have their own special magic. As the sun settles itself away for a nights sleep the colours soften away from the days harshness and take on a gentle glow.
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