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A wander down Low Chibburn ruins

We went for a lovely walk from Widdrington village to the coast and then along the beach for a scone and tea at the Drift cafe - my favourite cafe in Northumberland.
It was fresh and muddy but wrapped up well with wellies on made it a nicer option then staying inside for another day... I'm craving hot sunshine, desperate to be in the garden and growing things - jealous of a friend who is about to travel round South America - I've got itchy feet!!! Fortunately we have an extended trip to Ireland planned for later this year so hopefully that will cure the itchy feet but I'm not sure about the sunshine!!

On our walk yesterday we stopped at a small ruined chapel and pilgrims rest rather grandly  called Low Chibburn Preceptory of the Knights Hospitallers and The Dower House. persons travelling on pilgrimage to the Holy Island would stop there for rest.

 http://www.fusilier.co.uk/widdrington_northumberland/low_chibburn_preceptory_dower_house.htm 




There's not much left of it now - its been there for 700 years and while money is being spent on keeping it standing its more picturesque then a building.  There is some lovely stone work and the most amazing wooden beams slowing disintegrating which unfortunately I didn't have the necessary equipment to sketch but I fully intend on taking a picnic, sketch book and paints and going back when the weather gets warmer.

I didn't have my camera either - yes very disorganised but I didn't expect to find anything nicer then a scone on this afternoon.... this picture is taken from the web site sourced above where more information and pictures can be found

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