We have never been in Newcastle at this time of year since we got married early last century. It is slightly unsatisfactory as it is difficult to do all the things that we enjoy at other times. The greatest golf course in Europe a mile away and it is just too cold to enjoy a round-or even to contemplate one. Other people obviously don't feel like that as the car park was packed and well wrapped golfers hurrying out with joyful anticipation written all over them. It is probably a state of mind but it is going to take a big mental effort to break. There is always mountain walking. But the days are short-dark until 9 and dark again at 4 and the wind is whistling in from the North Pole so another mental barrier to remove before donning the extra socks, the boots, the pullover, the pullover, another pullover, the fleece, the wind proof over jacket, the woolen hat. And by the time you have done that it is 4 and the light has gone.
The only thing that is unchanged is Tesco's. Sad, really.
Newcastle Haiku # 1
Too cold for golf.
Too cold to walk.
Linger over the
9 items.
And so the day
passes.
