Yesterday Ideal Brown and I decided to combat a nasty hangover with a "quick" "nip" out to Wylam.
Truth be told, I'm not blown away by the smell of the Tyne in drier months, so reaching the countryside stretch of our journey was a pleasure.
I got attacked by bugs, ignored by bees (yes!) stumbled upon a tea room and museum of George Stephenson (?) and am now rocking a semi-permanent version of my worst fashion trend, colour blocking - by way of a shorts tan. Ossam!
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