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Crossing the Bridge into Tweedmouth

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Berwick upon Tweed from Tweedmouth Docks

I waited from early in the morning for the box office to open for the Edinburgh Book Festival. The phone lines were clogged, so it was suggested I try on-line.  I was put in a queue, to try and get a ticket for Haruki Murakami on August 23rd, and was put in as 3736th in the queue.  Several hours later, when my spot came up, the event was sold out.  Of course. Alas. Day blight.

The mood a tad lifted, went to Berwick on Tweed for the annual attempt to render my hair acceptable.

I knew the hairdressers had changed hands, but nobody had told me it had also changed address, so I was a bitnonplussed when I saw blue and white pottery in the window. Heaven had disappeared. I did not even know the new name, but ascertained the new owners were over the river, so used my nous. Took the route through the Sallyport on to the quay:

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Looked back towards the quay from the sundial on the old bridge:

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And looked at the swans through the lens of my old camera, so they are but specks on the shallow water with the reflections of the big road bridge

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though in the shallows, among the green stones and grit of the estuary at low tide, one could see the swan in its less elegant guise:

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Tweedmouth has a very different atmosphere to Berwick, partly because the docks are here, just by the end of the bridge.  I lived for a couple of years in a flat in a place called BreweryLane – I always thought it would be classy to move to the street in Berwick called Temperance Terrace, but never managed this.  I felt the shadows of the past over me, so much has changed. Behind the flat there is a kind of forlorn chaos, waiting, still waiting, for better times:

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The docks, however, cheer me up.  The dock gates are open so I go in where I am not supposed to be (just on the edge) and take some photographs of old scenes

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and new machinery

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and an intriguing white rock:

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The hairdresser knows all kinds of people that I know, so it is a pleasant experience. I come back over the Old Bridge, and go off to Caffe Nero, where they have nice frothy cappucinos, to wait for the bus to Coldstream.  Farewell to Berwick, and Tweedmouth too, and the North Sea – but River Tweed, I’ll see you back home:

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June 29, 2014 - Posted by | Photography, Uncategorized | , , , , , ,

4 Comments »

  1. Fine set!

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    Comment by harrienijland | June 29, 2014 | Reply

    • Thanks, Harrie. Quite fun to use my old camera whilst I try and master the intricacies of the new one. Like your website – the colour images are restrained and beautiful.

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      Comment by Cara Lockhart Smith | July 9, 2014 | Reply

  2. Lovely views and pictures.

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    Comment by Aditix | July 1, 2014 | Reply

    • Thanks very much, it’s always good to hear from you. Enjoy your close-ups of water especially – I am now going to put some puddle images on to my website!

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      Comment by Cara Lockhart Smith | July 9, 2014 | Reply


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