Haggerston and blowing a gale.

Had a bad night, but up early and spent a somewhat fraught morning working on a letter.

Then headed off for Haggerston Castle, so wound up that we left all the food and drink in the fridge at home, blast.
Down the A1 for only seventy two miles, a bit like whacky races but some folk were no further down the road after fifty odd miles, even the white van men were slowed down. Crossed over into the land of England at Berwick on Tweed, and there it was, the old tower , being the only remains of the original Haggerstone Castle which dates back to 1388

This is a Haven holiday park, lots of caravans, a boating lake, swimming pools, bars and plenty to do - at a cost !!
First impressions, at the reception the lady tried to tell me I had spelt my name wrong - bit annoying, so she lost points, but the lad in the bar was good and chatty - and the Carlsberg lager just hit the right spot.

Spotted a few new born lambs on the way, so it might be that we have lamb chops and a bit duck from the boating pond for dinner in lieu of the missing grub, back to nature and living off the land.

Our caravan is a big eight berth one, room enough for the six of us, Graham, Jo and Jamie being en route, but Sparky has already found us - fortunately he brought his case of wine with him. ( and a few beers).

From the banging going on outside, it sounds as though wallace Express have just made a delivery for us.

Now we have to go find Archie the pole dancer, Tracy , tottie wans and Alan the birthday boy - they are certainly in for a few grey hairs.