…it was cold, windy but ultimately rather elemental. In the water, surfers were fighting the failing light to catch the last wave of the day, while up ahead, the castle switched its lights on. Bamburgh Castle that is, in Northumberland – looking out on some of the finest beaches in Britain. Back home, with wet feet & a bowl of soup I’ve got the sudden urge to listen to some Michael Nyman. A draughtsman’s contract it is. Great music…never understood the film…although it looked gorgeous. Before the digressions take over and we start discussing Schrodingers cat or the gordian knot, here’s the castle. Might be another one tomorrow.
Bamburgh Castle
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