Gibside. On the last full day up north we met up with my school friend Andrew. We were one of three Andrews in the school, Heptinstall of friendship fame, Wake and of course me. Heptinstall, Wake and Dawes, sound like a firm of seedy accountants or solicitors. Planning where to meet we had a few thoughts before I suggested Gibside. This 18th Century landscape is now almost connected onto the Tyneside conurbation. But it's 250 hectares feel remote and wonderful still. A red kite reintroduction programme has been successful here and today as ever, these kite tailed birds floated above our heads. It wasn't planned but we went for a fantastic 2 hour walk, right up onto the highest part of the estate where the views up the Derwent Valley were stunning in all directions. All the more enjoyable therefore was a drink and something to eat when we returned to the National Trust cafe. Fresh air does give one an appetite.
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