REDWORTH, ENGLAND

A beautiful interlude is what it was.  A treat for us both.  Two nights in a country Manor house that is now a hotel.  I felt like I was in a PBS movie set.
We left Newcastle and because we did not have a long drive to our next destination, we drove up to Bellingham, England near the border of Scotland.  Why not see what this village had to offer?  We ate lunch in a small café and many of the townspeople were having their lunch there, too.  We told them where we lived and they smiled because they pronounce THEIR Bellingham much differently.
This town was set in the middle of farm country, but they had what looked like a beautiful school and school grounds.  We bought some great bread at the bakery.  People were not particularly friendly....a small place where we felt out of place.
After lunch we drove through farm country several miles to Redworth and there drove up a lovely tree-lined private road to the Manor House where we stayed and relaxed.  We had to make a reservation for dinner.  Everything seemed quite formal.  Folks dressed for dinner.  Like Sunday go -to-church-clothes.  White tablecloths and napkins placed on your lap by the hostess.  Great food, great service, great surroundings.
Dan was not feeling well, so we chilled and did nothing the next day.  He slept, I read and knitted.
In the morning, Dan had a massage and I had a super swim in the large swimming pool.  We took in a few sites of the town.  It was a rainy, dark morning.  We visited a work camp facility that had a very sad history, but it was good to learn what the government there and other places did for and to the destitute in the times after the plague and when folks were starving to death every day.  A very blacktime in history for England and Ireland.  This place was restored to bring the story of these people to light so they will not be forgotten.
After dinner and a good night's sleep, we woke up with Scotland on our minds.  We had a full day ahead of us to drive to