Berwick Upon Tweed And Halidon Hill

After Alnwick, July 29th, we decided to forego old friend Lindisfarne and headed straight for Berwick Upon Tweed, in hopes of finding someone to do an oil and filter change, something that needed doing before putting Le Duc in storage the next week. A Mr. Clough (rhymes with "tough"; no relation to the poet) from Ramparts MOT was willing to do it for us the next day. Our search for a place to over-night took us to the top of Halidon Hill, a famous battle site of yore (July 19, 1333). The English and Scots were not getting along well in those years, and Berwick in particular changed hands quite often. See illustrations.

From the carpark at the top of Halidon Hill, overlooking Berwick; and much else;
with excellent interpretive signage

Berwick and the river Tweed

Some miles away, Lindisfarne and Bamburgh castles

Lindisfarne

Bamburgh

Looking toward Scotland; or possibly England

Here begins an account of the Battle of Halidon, starting with the usual single
combat, won by the English

Click to enlarge if you want the details; the gist is that they were all pretty nasty
people in those times; the English won in part because of their occupying the
high ground, but mainly because of the superiority of the English long bow; it was
to happen again and again; ask the French about Agincourt

Anyway, we were there

Just not then...