Late afternoon dog walk. I love this view, looking across north Northumberland to the Borders and the three peaks of the Eildon.
On those distant slopes, Thomas the Rhymer met the fairy queen (or 'queen of an unco' land' as she was in the oldest version we have) and went with her into the hills.
There, many years later, Canobie Dick tried and failed to wake the sleeping King Arthur in a torchlit chamber under the same hills.
A landmark visible from virtually every raised point in the whole region and easily identifiable, no wonder it was used as the site of a Bronze and later Iron Age settlement, then the Roman fort of Trimontium, and went down in legend as a place of magic and mystery.
The fairy court in Northumberland was once up the Hartburn from Rothley, they say, until the actions of an over-proud miller offended them and saw them take themselves off up to the area around Dancing Green Hill and the Hurl Stane, near Chillingham, where the white, fairy cattle still roam.
But there's a lot of them up the Henhole too, and an outpost near Elsdon and Otterburn, all of them seeming more related to each other and to the other wild, little people of the moors than they are to the more lordly fairy folk of Eildon and the Borders.
The sheds at Lindisfarne, Holy Island, Northumberland.
Upturned fishing boats serve as garden sheds for all kinds of storage in this beautiful place, so unique and photogenic.