The second part of my holy days.

The second day of June, 2011. Destiny: Farne Islands (Seahouses, Northumberland).

08.30. I’m in Alnwick, at 8.45 comes my bus. I’ve found the platform, and the bus has gone for places of Anlnwick that I didn’t know, for instance: a library, and other chapel. I’m trying to tan my arm, because I only have tanned half-hand.

I’m a little bit excited, because transbordar always excites me, ha ha, and Seahouses is very near, and I really want to see it.

08.48. The price of this bus to Seahouses is four point something pounds, me ha dejado seca.  It’s nearly the same price than return to Berwick, but I’m not going to worry about the dirty money, and only for enjoy my day, that just begins.

15.14. Hello! I will resume all these hours in my absence, he, he. I arrived at Seahouses, bought the ticket and I got on the boat, a little bit angry because I had to go inside the boat, and I couldn’t take photographs properly.

(At the end is the Bamburgh Castle.)

We saw the Grey Seals, and I loved them. They're nearly so funny than my Lucky. They would do a good humoristic pair. There were as well babies seal, and well, I love it.

In the boat sometimes smelt like a fishmonger's and the woman sitting beside me, said: "Oh, this smell a fish is creepy". And I toldd her: "Fish? I thought it was yours!". I try to make friends, but that woman didn't want to follow the interesting conversation.

Then, in the island we had the chance to see nearer the birds and the impressive Staple Island. I really loved it.

We saw puffins (smaller than I imagined) and I was mesmerized, and when I realized there was no one more than me there, so I remember when I was small, I went to the zoo with my school, and I was looking the bottom at the monkeys, and my class desappeared. And I didn't want to repeat that experience. So I went on.

(Puffin in the centre, and in the right a cormorant with its baby.)

cormorants,

(Cormorant with eggs.)

kittiwakes,

a lot of guillemots,

and a lot of birds, he he. And the Staple Island is very rocky (I nearly fall down two or three times):

and with amazing cliffs:

And for return, I was cheeky trying to go on board, but it was failed, but I saw a little gap and I sat there. So good, the breeze in my face, the water, the open sea, the birds, the smell and the sound…

(There is a head's seal in the sea.)

But the boat didn’t stop in the same islands than before, so I didn’t take so many photos.

And then, I bought some things (postcards, magnets, thimbles) but I didn’t steal nothing this time, because the prices were reasonable, but yes, I was attempted… Especially with a stuffed seal.

And then, I took the bus to Berwick at 5.20 pounds (oh my good), I don’t understand these crazy fares, but nothing is going to spoilt my brilliant holidays in Northumberland, ha ha.

Now, I am in the same bench than the other time, facing the Old Bridge, it’s very sunny and I really want a little bit of relax. The impressive Bridge, the sound of the water crashing with the shore, the birds and the gentle breeze. I really like this place. And I took off my shoes, ate my last sandwich, put my sight in the horizon and I thought: This moment is mine, and only mine, ha ha.

I’m going to take the bus at 17.00 (better is don’t think in the fare, ha ha) and it is direct to my Short Countryside. Today I didn’t do lots of exercise, and I don’t feel tired, but neither I feel able to walk three miles, yes, I prefer pay these crazy fares.

(From now, you will be the ugly friend.)

With friend never minded. By the way, I have in my head one song of Radiohead: I’m a creep, I’m a weirdo, what the hell am I doing here, I don’t belong here. Good. Don’t interrupt me in one space of time (rato). Bye.


16.40. I’m sitting in the bus stop and I wanted to take a photo of the Town Hall since the Bridge, but I think there are very little pedestrian crossing here, and I have staked my life so many times already.



Next day: South Shields (Newcastle).


14.22. This morning when the alarm clock rang, I was very near to follow sleeping, but then I remembered that this is the last sunny day, and then Saturday and Sunday I will be in house. So, surprising myself, I got up and went to Newcastle.

I had thought read the guide in the bus, because yesterday I was tired, but in the bus I didn’t want, only looking through the window. So I arrived without idea about what to do along the day. And I began to walk, looking for a place to eat my sandwich, and by chance I saw one bus that put: ‘South Shields’, the place I was looking to go, and then I took the bus, and after one hour, I arrived here, and there were a street market, but unfortunately it was closing, and it was very...

...interesting.

And the main street with a train in the middle:

In the street one band was playing ‘Qué viva España’ (only the tune, without lyrics). And one seagull threw away glasses in a bar of restaurant and it ate the remains, ha ha.

And now, I’m in the beach of South Shields. On my left there are some archaeological reminds and maybe they are a little bit far, but I’m going to try arrive until there. Now, I’m resting, he, he.

Some estrange sculptures:

18.10. In half an hour goes my bus, and I am near of Haymarket Station. I've lost myself in South Shields trying to approach to this reminds roman,

but I couldn't. Suddenly I was in the main road very near the bus stop. And then I sat and ate a bar of Milka, and then I was to the bus stop, and the next bus to Newcastle arrived in three or four minutes, so I was very lucky, he, he. 

And I wish I was special, you’re so fucking special. No, and then I’ve just arrived here, I can go for a walk, but I am a little bit tired, and surely I will return other day, and I will do the things I want to do. By the way, I couldn’t go to the archaeological reminds. I think they are in the North Shields, so I couldn’t reach them. Damn it.

(I'm not of the same opinion.)

Please, correct my mistakes without mercy.