BORING ON TWEED
Coming back from Embra on the 1835 Nat Ex, all stations to Newcastle, Huttonian was privileged to be within screeching distance of 4 northern lasses. They were having a high decibel discussion on where to hold Annies Hen Party. Limit, absolute, £40 per head. (And pay for your own drinks)
Not Embra. Too far, too expensive and could run into stuffy disapproval. Dunbar? Where's that? Oh we have just stopped! Looks a dump.
Berwick? You must be joking. Nowhere to have it. BORING
Has to be Newcastle then?
( I admit that Dubar is not too attractive as viewed from the train. Nice golf course if a bit snobby)
Labels: Berwick upon Tweed, Dunbar, Hen Parties