Our peripatetic lifestyle continues, and yesterday we moved to the north of England, and to a lodge at the gates of an estate in Northumberland. Essentially Victorian, as is the Hall, (main house), it has been extended sympathetically so that the additions are not discernible from the exterior. These include excellent bathrooms and a kitchen and utility room. Unfortunately the rest of the house is decorated in a style that does not amuse me hugely. Despite that, it is spacious, immaculately clean, and with four bathrooms and four bedrooms, we are obviously not cramped, even if we are aesthetically cursed by any perceived deficiency.
The area is familiar to me as a child, because my grandparents lived close by, and indeed just we visited the last house, (below) where my grandmother lived, and died, (33 years ago I realised today).
The geographical contrast between where we have been in Scotland and this area, which at its northern most part borders Scotland is really quite apparent, in architecture, landscape and population, the latter almost, (but not really), causing a sense of claustrophobia. This may in part be due to weather that can be several degrees warmer, and that difference becoming more exaggerated the further south one goes. But we're very undecided about that, even if the temptation to visit the National Gallery's exhibition on Leonardo da Vinci is adding to the list of reasons why we should.