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The glorious end to a glorious day. The Cheviot (815m, 2674ft) is the long flattish lump in the centre of the shot. It's not the most shapely of hills, being referred to charitably as resembling a whale - or as a slug if you are in defamatory mode!
Hedgehope Hill, much more shapely but 100m lower at 714m/2343ft can be just made out in front of The Cheviot's right flank.
This view is from Corby Crags on the Alnwick to Rothbury road, 5-6 mins drive from the house.
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these border mountains between Northumberland and Scotland. always wonderful hiking.you have loneliness, much silence, peace. you can walk and for hours you will meet, see and hear only sheep and grouse. wonderful.
The 201 meter long, brick-lined Cheviot Tunnel was opened on 12 November 1889 as part of the Yea to Molesworth extension. It formed part of the Tallarook to Mansfield Rail Line, which operated between 16 November 1883 and 18 November 1979. The tunnel remains in excellent condition today.
these border mountains between Northumberland and Scotland. always wonderful hiking.you have loneliness, much silence, peace. you can walk and for hours you will meet, see and hear only sheep and grouse. wonderful.
these border mountains between Northumberland and Scotland. always wonderful hiking.you have loneliness, much silence, peace. you can walk and for hours you will meet, see and hear only sheep and grouse. wonderful.
Some of the 'Warkworth Walkers' walking group as we head back to Hethpool after a glorious day hiking in north Northumberland. The line of hills forming the skyline centre right are Newton Tors (which would be the destination for another walk a few weeks after this one).
One more challenge faced some of the group - Great Hetha which sits above Hethpool - those wishing an easier end to the day would skirt this along the floor of College Valley,
these border mountains between Northumberland and Scotland. always wonderful hiking.you have loneliness, much silence, peace. you can walk and for hours you will meet, see and hear only sheep and grouse. wonderful.
This photo was taken with my first digital camera, a Fuji MX1700, 1.5 megapixels. It's of my eldest son Gino descending from Cheviot towards the border fence, on Christmas eve 2000. This photo along 6 others were featured in the readers portfolio of the May 2001 edition of "What digital camera", for which I won a Canon BJC-S800 colour printer and Corel Photo-paint 9 software. It's been all downhill from then on.
Picture taken by me in Crawford South Lanarkshire 27/12/2012. With a Lumix G1.Cheviots are extremely hardy and can withstand harsh winters and graze well over hilly pastures. They were bred to look after themselves.
Recognized as early as 1372, the breed is reported to have developed from sheep that swam ashore from shipwrecked Spanish ships that fled northward after the defeat of the Armada.
A beautiful morning was had in the Cheviot Hills at cockcrow, I watched the sun rise from Staerough Hill.
these border mountains between Northumberland and Scotland. always wonderful hiking.you have loneliness, much silence, peace. you can walk and for hours you will meet, see and hear only sheep and grouse. wonderful.
The Cheviot is an extinct Stratovolcano, and at 815 metres, the highest hill in England's Northumberland National Park. The hill gives its name to The Cheviot Hills, which straddle the Anglo-Scottish Border, and also to a hardy breed of white-faced sheep, common throughout Britain. Both England and Scotland are pictured, with the latter in the foreground.
Defiant - a bit of Photoshop manipulation of an old shot from the CCC trip to the Cheviot tunnel near Yea. Original in comments.
Having to make do with a little bit of re-editing of old shots as some ill health has me confined somewhat.
The last of my shots of the Cheviots, This one was a little under exposed, it may have been the snow that influenced that, however it maybe a little noisy but I still like it enough to show it.
I popped out at sunset last night as there were some nice clouds about so images to come, now i`m off on a Bluebell recce.
From a pleasant hour or two stomping through the heather up at Hepburn in the wonderful county of Northumberland.
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A beautiful morning was had in the Cheviot Hills, I followed this grand dry stone dyke for a good part of the walk along these undulating hills. This was taken from Staerough Hill at cockcrow.
It’s raining and an ominous rain cloud approaches. Carla is keen to get back to the car, while Toby stands shaking beside her. Oscar is pulling on the lead to get over to me, but it’s unsafe as there is a massive drop beyond this rock outcrop. I’m waiting for the sun to illuminate the fields in front of the cheviots but it’s not going to happen and I feel I’m becoming very unpopular. The sky is still blowing the exposure out so I decide to bracket 3 shots, it’s easy on the fuji with the exposure dial on top. I sense six eyes burning into the back of my head as I wipe the lens of rain drops between each exposure. I start to retreat but dash back to take a couple of phone snaps of the sheer drop, I’m a big kid really, the rain is getting heavier, and through Carla’s dagger stare I feel the hate. I’ll try and make it up to her as me walk back to the car and not take to many photos.
I had a much needed day out yesterday in Northumberland. I left home at 4:00am and headed to my favourite woodland to see what a months absence had brought. I arrived at the entrance to the wood and I knew I was in trouble. As soon as I got out of the car and started to put my wellies on I was surrounded by midges. I didn’t even thing about this before so my can if smidge has still at home, luckily I had a bandana which I can twist into a balaclava, along with my cap now only my hands and eyes were exposed. That was enough, I was eaten alive! As soon as I stopped for a composition I was soon in a cloud of the critters. I getting to a time in my life where I can’t even kill a fly, any invasion in to my house the intruder has to be coaxed out, alive, but yesterday it was ether them or me. My hands and eyes were covered and they even made their way up my sleeves of my insect repellent jacket! I bravely lasted till 8am and made my way out of the woods, the sun was just breaking through the clouds and just like little vampires the midges started to scatter. I got. In the car and headed deep into the cheviots and spend the next 5 hours walking to hills. I eventually made my way to Scotland, well the border ridge and sat on Windy Gyle. Here I watched two guys, who must of been in their seventies, together with a very woolly hot retriever run to the top, then to proceed to clean and repaint the OS column. They then run off again down the ridge. They make them tough in Northumberland. I then had a lovely slow 4 mile walk back to car. This tree caught my eye at the start of my walk and again on the way back, this photo is from the return trip. There is always that tree when you are out in the hills.