Duddo Staines

We drove through Kelso and Coldstream to get to Berwick on Tweed, it felt awesome to see the river I'd enjoyed so much meet the sea. Charlie popped into a café to use the toilet, then we ate cake and coffee.

We looked around a few shops before driving over to Spittal. The sea was choppy, rolling over dark sand, wash up branches, and origins of drift wood. Charlie dipped his feet, then took me into a seafront café and purchased fish and chips. The café was adjoined by an amusement arcade, many fruit machines and coin jammers were there, the smell of nickel from thousands of two pence was nauseating, as I am allergic to these brown coins.

We left the cafe, and in the car drove along the coast line, arriving on a cliff edge about a mile south from Spittal. I wonder how the car would drive up this rough track but we got to the top, finding a elderly women, stood upon the cliff edge, filming the choppy sea from her mobile phone.

Driving towards the A1, I noticed a sign to Duddo, and remembered the Duddo stones that I had previously visited with another friend in 2017. Charlie had not seen them, so we through Duddo village, parked on a grass verge and walked to the stones via a footpath that ran alongside a field of corn.

Returning to the farm house we passed again through Coldstream and Kelso, shortly before we arrived at Coldstream we were over taken by a white four door BMW, the smae car, in almost the same place (but in the opposite direction) we were over taken in January, on our way to Lindisfarne. We stopped at the two grass keeps to count and check the welfare of the two flocks then drove to the farmhouse to feed the cade lambs. In the evening we retuned to the flat, watched a film about the life of James Randi, and found, I don't like him.