Saturday morning made for perfect cycling through the Kielder and Wark forest. They are deserted and strangely beautiful as the morning mist lifts to reveal the seemingly endless acres of conifers rolling to the distance. At Bellingham we have a snack before a hilly ride to the Impromptu cycling cafe in Elsdon. This is an unlikely location for a cyclists cafe, a small pretty village high in the Pennines, but it has a rich cycling heritage, and the scrambled egg is spot on.
We head on through the border country of Northumberland. There are rolling hills with the higher Cheviot peeks behind. People are thin on the ground around here, but there is plenty of livestock grazing the pasture. We get to our B&B, booked on line, and Ted and I walk into Ingram to look around. On the moors today we have seen Oyster catchers and Curlew, now we see a Blackcap by the river.
The rooms and our meal are again excellent: B&B has really moved on over the last 20 years, and internet booking has made it possible to book ahead at a specific place if you want.
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