This is home (well actually my house isn’t on this picture – it’s about a mile down the valley to the left). But this is my closest village (photographed on Friday) – nestled right onto the side of the hills. It wasn’t ever the plan that a little obscure place called Wooler would become home. But home it is.
This used to be home for a few years in the early 1990’s
DS and I are heading there for a few days because he wants to see….
We are leaving DH to deal with end of year accounts and business things.
On Thursday evening I shall come running and screaming north – back to the hills and peace and quiet and sheep and friends and Wooler and my home.
And hopefully some foundations on the shed!