John and I just returned from a dirty weekend in Northumberland. I say dirty because everywhere we went, there were sheep, and where there are sheep, there's poop. Mix this with rain, wind and mud, and it was pretty dirty! We stayed on an organic farm at Bardon Mill, within sight of Hadrian's Wall. We walked alot, spent our evenings in the local pub (which brewed its own scrummy ale and had the best sticky toffee pudding ever) and visited a number of Roman ruins. It was a great weekend away without the kids.
If you have 10 minutes that you're not bothered about getting back, you can view the
slideshow. There's also a
video of me having a wild rant about being stuck in sheep poop and then noticing my husband is videotaping it. I say a naughty word near the start, so turn your volume down if you're easily offended. Also, see if you can figure out my special pet name for John at the end of the video.
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