Triumph and Tragedy
Northumberland. The final frontier. Where Hubby and I boldly went where few from the south dare to go. God’s own country, second runner-up behind Yorkshire and Cumberland. It’s so far up north that there’s a bridge over the river Tweed to Scotland, where there’s a sign that says “Welcome to Scotland”. On the English side it says, “England”. No ‘Welcome’. Welcomes are officially rationed in favour of those whom most English don’t want to welcome because said welcomees are undeserving of them.