BAMBURGH

I remember Bamburgh, a place of childhood dreams

The sun, the sand and our excitement, bursting at the seams.

We'd take the car, a two hour drive, but worth it I may say

We'd always stop at Morpeth for sweets along the way.

We parked by the dunes and walked to the shore, our picnic we would carry

The grass was sharp and cut at our toes, we didn't want to tarry.

We found a spot that was out of the wind and staked our claim on the sand

We quickly changed into our bathing suits and said goodbye to the land.

The sea was cold but the pools were warm and we played about in the water

We splashed and paddled and shouted and sang, the long beach rang with our laughter.

It was always cold when we came out of the sea, the North East wind was keen

Our shivering bodies Mum wrapped in a towel, our faces glowed with a sheen.

She covered us all in calamine lotion to limit the damage from sun

Three pink little girls but happy were we, we'd all had a great deal of fun.

Our Dad would build sandcastles complete with a moat and we'd watch the water invade

We then dug a hole, covering him up with the sand.  He shouldn't have lent us his spade.

Our picnic commenced, banana sandwiches consumed and Lucozade drunk by the yard.

But soon twas time to go home again, we were tired, we'd played very hard.

All this happened half a century ago, now tis my grandchildren I watch on the beach.

Will their memories, like mine, be stored in their hearts, never too far out of reach?

It was such a special place you see, the family all playing together,

The laughter, the sun, the buckets and spades, fond memories will linger forever.

Pauline Neale  Now living in Suffolk but never too far from the sea

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Bamburgh a Special Village

Up the hill and round the corner on an early May evening and 'Wow' there it is the view everyone associates with Bamburgh.  "The Castle" in all its magnificent splendour, sun radiating off the walls with all the spring freshness at its feet.  The village nestling in its shadow sees all aspects of life in one yearly cycle, drawing people back time after time looking for their little haven of peace.  In the Church, or walking on the beach entertaining children with our yearly fetes and show, with long trailing walks and running races all for a good nights sleep.

A good choice of hostelries, tea rooms and shops for food and gifts to satisfy any of our thousands of visitors in the summer months.

At Christmas all lit up, crisp frosty evenings, the lights twinkling and church bell ringers practising.  Village numbers swelling for the New Year Celebrations; to the quietness and time for ourselves.  Until we hear again the raucous cry of our resident rooks in the Grove to herald again the start of a new year. 

Yes Bamburgh Village has it all; saturated in history, surrounded by nature, peace and tranquillity with a dash of the unexpected.

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I visited Bamburgh Last year in Easter week, and was very taken with the cross made out of the previous years Christmas tree, which was decorated with greenery and eggs. I am now very keen to do something similar at our local Church. We hope to visit Bamburgh again in the not too distant future. Many Thanks Pam Young.

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Excellent website Sarah, very useful information even to someone who lives in the village (sometimes).  Well done. Tony & Chris Baldwin

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