Craster

We were astonished when we went to Craster at the amount of people there.   For such a small fishing village, it was heaving!  As we walked through the village though, it was apparent how many of the houses are now holiday homes, so perhaps we shouldn't have been quite as surprised.  We parked up at the top of the village by the tourist information office and walked out towards the sea and along the clifftop mile to Dunstanburgh Castle.  We did wonder if we were on some weird OAP pilgrimage to the castle!  Quite bizarre!

The land hereabouts is owned by the National Trust and is grazed by both sheep and cows, so there were plenty of notices to keep dogs on leads. Given the amount of poo about, I would not have wanted Finn off the lead anyway, given his propensity for rolling in it!  

Although a cold day, it was dry and we really wanted to sit outside again if we could - we were hurtling towards the end of our holiday and wanted to eke out every last moment of it, so sitting outside for lunch was high on the list of things still to do.  With that in mind, we found a pub with a garden and views over the harbour, where we could watch the boats coming in with the daily catch. 

We made very short work of our lunch - sandwiches with locally caught salmon (and dill - which doesn't need any catching at all!) and smoked mackerel pate and toast.  And chips cooked in beef dripping.  It was just the best meal of the holiday, in my opinion, so simple.  But sitting outside with those views, was just magical.