Haltwhistle.
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Haltwhistle is a small town and parish in northwest Northumberland. It lies 10 miles east of Brampton and has a population of 3,800.
Early forms of the name are Hautwesel (1240), Hautwysel (1254), Hawtewysill (1279), Hautwysell (1381), Haltwesell (1610).
The second part ‘-twistle’ relates to two streams or rivers. It derives from two Old English words twicce or twise, ‘twice’, ‘division into two’ and wella, ‘stream, brook’.
The second word is reduced in the compound word to ull, making twicculla, twisella. All but one of the examples in place names represent a high tongue of land between two streams where they join.
The first part is probably derived from Old English hēafod, here ‘hill-top’, in general, ‘head’, ‘headland’, ‘summit’, ‘upper end’ or ‘source of a stream’. If so, it describes the hill-top on which Holy Cross Church and the oldest part of Haltwhistle was built, enclosed on the north-east and west by Haltwhistle Burn and on the south by the South Tyne. Rowland suggests Hal from ‘hill’ An alternative suggestion is French haut-, meaning ‘high’, since the settlement already existed long before the Norman conquest.
Haltwhistle lays claim to being the most central settlement of the British Isles.
Malcolm is exacerbated by his brother, Stuart. Stuart has left their band, Big Liver, by text. “My own brother! By text!” he says, more than once during today’s hike. “Sounds official,” is all I can think to say. The rub of it is that Stuart is tired of turning up to rehearsals and being the only one who has their chops down. “Surely,” says Raymond, “that is the point of rehearsal.” This is very true. Only half the fun is in the playing and the learning.
“He has left us on tenderhooks.” He means tenterhooks.
ten·ter·hook
[ten-ter-hook]
NOUN
2.
on tenterhooks in a state of uneasy suspense or painful anxiety:
eg. The movie kept me on tenterhooks until the very last moment.


lunchboxes.
Malcolm: stilton & ham bap. Quavers. Tea.
Raymond: half a Dixons’ pork & English mustard sandwich. Tea.
Nick: egg & cress sandwich. Slice of ginger cake. Water.



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An entertaining and appropriate photos Nick…
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Thanks Ivor. I have missed a bit of fresh air!
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I know what you mean Nick… the previous year was ‘stifling’ …
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A lovely melding of etymology, mid-scene dialogue and dramatic photography. And thus, a story is born! Very cool.
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Thank you.
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Well done Nick. This is really great. I love how you wove all this together.
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Thanks Bob. It’s a loose stitch!
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love it! love Northumberland! love sheep! love picnics!
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Yay. A hit then!
*throws shit haiku and fondant fancies out window*
🙂
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Hope you had fun on the highway! Wot no canny bagga tuda?
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Aye, some proppa air, like!
I knaa! My belly thought my throat had been cut 🙂 x
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The sheep are wary
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Bah 🙂
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Beautiful! It is making me scowl out of the window at the city and want to head out for some fresh air!
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On first arrival from the city, a certain giddiness may be experienced: the horizon being so far away, the sky so near.
ps: similar symptoms may occur vice versa x
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Wonderful!
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Thanks Kate!
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Great scenery for sure!
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