At Bamburgh Castle.
In a pleasant anecdote about the beach below the castle, Swinburne swam there, as did the novelist E.M. Forster—who adopted the Forsters of Bamburgh as his ancestors. (I've just adopted the apple farmers and Calvados-makers of Normandy as my own ancestors, not without linguistic cause.)
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Salad of the day: Kale with feta and onion mixed with quinoa, radish, and cucumber, and given radiant color with slivered carrots and beets.
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Iced tea of the day: Zhena's Gypsy Tea, Red Lavender
image: Christie B. Cochrell, Roses, Bamburgh
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