Another new thing is my current position as a full-time lecturer in physics.  I have returned to Avondale College of Higher Education where I did my undergraduate degree, this time to teach for a year.  I’m enjoying lecturing, and it is excellent professional experience to have.

Finally, and most dramatically, we have a new member in our family.  Two weeks ago Leighton Jeffrey Rogers was born, and he is currently managing to keep his parents thoroughly occupied.

New baby Leighton

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But the exciting thing about having gps traces put together is that I can put interactive maps into my daily update blog posts.  Starting with our first day riding from Whitehaven to Keswick, you can now explore the map of our route on each of the 11 days.  Feel free to zoom in, pan around, and change the map underlay as much as you want.

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But I am now home, and this server is buzzing along happily again on top of the filing cabinet.  It’s good to be home.

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We have so many delightful memories from our cycle tour of Cumbria, Northumberland, and the Scottish Borders.  Some of them are a bit mixed up and blurred together, and we’ll need to organise photos and video to put them back in sequence in our minds.  Although muscles are sore and tired after all the pedalling, we are convinced that another cycle tour should happen.  

But not just yet. Instead of loading our panniers and riding on, we caught a bus into the city and visited Edinburgh Castle.  It is a great building on a perfect location and it has fascinating history, but we were overwhelmed by all the people.  A week and a half of riding through small villages and minor roads must have recalibrated our tolerance of tourist crowds.

It was nice to spend a second night in the same place after being constantly on the move.  Today we picked up a hire car and drove back to the Lake District in about 3 hours.  Covering the distance so quickly was actually a bit disorienting, but Lake Windermere is beautiful.  The foreshore at Bowness became peaceful after the tourists left in the evening, and was full of photo opportunities as the sun set.

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It was raining lightly as we rode out this morning, but it lifted as we climbed out of the Tweed valley along the Leithen.  For an hour or two it looked as though we might complete our 11 day riding adventure without any serious rain.

But when we reached the northern edge of the Moorfoot Hills we were denied any view down into the Firth of Forth. In fact, the road ahead disappeared into cloud.  As we entered the cloud there was a sudden coldness in the air, and it has remained chilly for the rest of the day.

At first the cloud was just a misty fog, but as it soon turned into light rain.  The lower we got in altitude the heavier the rain became.  It rained pretty solidly on us all afternoon, and so we rose with few stops (and sadly no camera stops – it was wet and there were no views today anyway)

It was lovely to have a warm shower and get dry.  I suppose we have now experienced some authentic Scottish weather.

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The clouds were low when we left Kelso this morning, and it soon began raining.  The rain was not heavy by Australian standards, but it was the wettest we’ve had so far.  By lunchtime, however it had cleared enough for us to see through Melrose Abbey in patches of sunshine.

Melrose Abbey is better preserved than the one at Kelso, but it is still a ruin.  Like all the abbeys in the Scottish Borders, Melrose has a colourful history. It was burned down by the armies of Richard II, but he then helped pay to rebuild it! 

A low portion of wall remains from the original 12th century church, but the rest dates from this rebuilding.  Some of the pillars were added to in the 18th century by the people of Melrose, who converted part of the ruin into a local parish church. One tower is still sound enough to climb via its spiral staircase, and I thoroughly enjoyed the rooftop view.

We enjoyed a look around, and then continued up the Tweed.  The valley sides got steeper as we rode towards Innerleithen, and the route became more and more beautiful.

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We rode past Norham Castle at about lunchtime, and had a quick look at the ruins. It was once the strongest fortress on this part of the border, and was considered to be the most dangerous place in England. From the ramparts it is easy to look down across the Tweed into Scotland, so this castle had more than its fair share of battles.  The remaining ruins are from when the castle was largely rebuilt after a defeat in 1513, and they are now a freely accessible park.  When we were there a family of children were playing hide and seek in the ruined walls.

The ride to Kelso was on minor roads through fields and forests, and the day was again sunny enough for us to worry about sunburn. It will be an irony for us to return to Australia tanned and peeling from the English sun!

The ruins of Kelso Abbey are striking in the rooftop view from our loft room. We had a wander through the remains of what must have been an enormous church building, and the adjacent tree canopied cemetary.  There were a lot of abbeys along the debatable lands, and they were mostly destroyed in the border wars.

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Lindisfarne, or “Holy Island”, is one of the oldest and holiest christian sites in Britain. Without a boat, the only way out to the island is a causeway that is covered by high tides.  If you don’t consider the tide times it is easy to get stranded on the island; or worse, find yourself in rising water on the causeway.

We rode steadily along pleasant back roads to Beal, at the mainland end of the causeway.  There was time for us to get some food before the tide was low enough to cross.  On the way over we had salt spray thrown on us by cars coming the opposite direction!

On Lindisfarne is a ruined priory with remains from the 12th century, but there was a monastery in the site in the 600s.  The Lindisfarne Gospels are a decorated (“illuminated”) Latin translation of the four Gospels, and they were created at this priory in the early 700s.  We walked around the priory ruins in glorious sunshine. The weather really has been kind to us on this cycle tour so far.

Riding back to the mainland was hard work against a strong headwind, but the tide had dropped further and we didn’t get sprayed.  Most of the way to Berwick was right along the shoreline, and in a few places the track was just ruts in the grass behind dunes.

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Only a few miles out of Amble, we stopped for a look in Warkworth Castle. There has been a fortress on the site since Norman times, and the reasonably well preserved keep was built in the 14th century.  It is a well designed building, with multiple stairways down to the storage basement.

We rode along lovely country roads through the coastal fields. For a while we were on a public path through a farm, and got good views of the Dunstanburgh Castle ruins.

At Boulmer we ride past an RAF airfield, which explained the military jets that have flown over us a couple of times in the last few days.  I haven’t been able to recognise the planes, but they could be the new Eurofighter.

Bamburgh Castle is one of the largest and most famous in Northumberland. It was the seat of the King of Northumbria at one stage, and it has the dubious honour of being the first English castle to fall under cannon fire.  That attack was by lord Richard Neville of Warwick.

Much of the current castle was rebuilt in the 19th century, and it is an imposing fortified mansion. We had great views of it on the coastal skyline as we rode the last few miles down to Bamburgh.

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Today was less pretty because a lot of the route was through industrial areas around Blyth and Lynemouth. We needed to cross the River Blyth and the River Wansbeck, so there wasn’t really any other way for the route to go.

Unpleasant surroundings do not require as many camera stops, and so we covered the distance in quite reasonable time.

We followed the edge of the coast as we left Tynemouth, and that first section was beautiful. It had the feel of an old seaside holiday destination, and we rode along a nice promenade on the clifftop. The view out to sea was wonderful, and it was clearly a popular place to walk the dog.

The ride today ended nicely too. After Lynemouth the route returned to the coastline and wound along rural backroads just behind the beach. A highlight was the icecream shop in Cresswell, which nearly cured us of the gloom that comes from riding through smelly industrial streets.

But then we got lost.

We missed a track that continued along the coast, and continued along a lane that made a turn inland. By the time we realised our mistake, we had climbed up a hill and encountered an A road. Rather than backtrack, I suggested we ride along the main road for a few hundred metres and go down the next lane back to the beach. This would have worked nicely, except the lane marked on the map didn’t eventuate in real life. We did find our way back, but only after some stressful A road riding.

Happily Amble is a delightful town. It is a quaint old harbour on a rivermouth, and has a relaxed feel. I am reminded a lot of Strahan on Tasmania’s west coast. It was worth the long ride to get up to Amble for the night.

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