23 april 2011, where there be giants

With family and festivities behind us, we're heading up north in the morning, for a short camping trip. My other half, being of the "if you're not in new york, you're camping out" disposition, is none too pleased about the expedition, and will head home after one night. I'm more sanguine, as I camped pretty much every summer as a child - though with youth movement not parents, and so though it made the biggest of impressions on me, that perhaps was not the canvas. Meanwhile the kids, who we're doing it for, are so excited they can hardly speak, and I'm very much looking forward to some time away with them, especially as rather too often when we're at home, I'm terribly busy, and they're transfixed by the tv and computer. And they don't even know the highlight: we're off to hogwart's castle for the day, also known as alnwick. We'll be meandering sunday, stopping off in durham perhaps, where I've never been; pottering (harry) on monday, and then on tuesday, maybe newcastle highlights before the long drive home. Please, please, please let it be sunny...