Mr E and I had a little trip away to Alnwick at the weekend for the wedding of a friend he knew growing up. It was a lovely occasion in a beautiful setting and we were lucky enough to fit in a small adventure while we were there.
Encouraged by blue skies and favourable tide times, we took our little hire car across to Holy Island. It’s a beautiful spot, surrounded by sea, big skies and bright green fields. The village huddles in the middle, sheltering from the winds. There is a ruined Priory and a small Castle which could have been lifted straight from a fairytale.
Right, I’m off to price some stock.