An early rise and a drive through the dark early morning and I was at Tamworth Station in good time to catch the 0646 to Newcastle. The train was quiet and the journey uneventful apart from chatting to some fellow travellers who were headed for a shopping trip in York. I shuddered at their adventure for the day just as much as I am sure they shuddered at mine. The train was punctual into Newcastle and I quickly made my way into the Metro system for the next part of my journey.
The fare system on the Metro system is the most impenetrable anywhere I have come across, there are no ticket offices, the ticket machines do not give change and it is the hardest thing in the world to buy the correct ticket unless aided by an expert. Fortunately, help was at hand in the form of a station assistant who took pity on me, advised on the best ticket and personally dispensed change as the change machine was broken. On the journey, I discovered the necessity of buying the right ticket when two ticket inspectors boarded my carriage at an intermediate stop and shouted, "tickets ready for inspection". They rapidly progressed through the train until they came across one man who did not have a ticket. He was dragged off at the next stop to await a fate I can only imagine!
Having walked the dreary mile between the seafront and Seaburn Station on a previous occasion, I decided to give it a miss and caught the bus instead, arriving at Seaburn Lighthouse at 1050.
|Roker Lighthouse from Seaburn|
|Marsden Lime Kilns|
|Colmans Fish and Chips|