My earliest memory of the north east of England dates from 1963. My parents had booked their first foreign holiday – a week in the Solstrand Hotel at Os on the Hardangerfjord Fjord, Norway. The plan was to sail on Bergen Line’s MS Venus but the ship was out of commission so we were transferred to a flight from Newcastle, Woolsington.  Dad drove us across from Manchester in the sturdy Ford Consul which was stored for the week at a garage somewhere down the Coast Road (A1058).

As we gathered in the old terminal building (still used by the Northumbria Flying School) we were informed that due to the very foggy conditions we were to be transferred by bus back to Speke Airport, Liverpool (since renamed John Lennon) – more or less where we started from.  My first impression of Newcastle was of a dark, dank and inconveniently foggy place. These last three days have been a reminder of how cold air drifting in from the North Sea can effect the inland climate, even as far west as Hexham.

This is what passes for street life in downtown, misty Sandhoe:

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Despite the delays and the tortuous journey, Norway was magnificent and the sun shone throughout that too short week. I am hoping for a similar happy end to these misty days.

(click on the images to enlarge).