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The adrenaline seems to rush through my veins when I first set off on a long walk and the temptation is to burst out of the blocks like an Olympicsprinter. However, with the prospect of 13 switchback miles ahead of me I was determined, on this occasion at least, to ease slightly more gently into the day.

The neat farmstead of Hartside lies at the end of the public road through the Breamish Valley and is a popular starting point for walkers visiting the aptly-named Linhope Spout waterfall or the loftier Hedgehope Hill. I had no intention of visiting either. Instead, I left the buildings behind, headed west across an expanse of windswept heather moor to Rig Cairn, a tiny green island in a sea of August purple, and then on to the grass-covered High Cantle. The views reached out in every direction. To the north, the high tops of Comb Fell and The Cheviot caught the eye whilst below me the walking pole-straight Upper Breamish Valley cut a deep trench through an endless array of steep-sloped hills.

From this airy summit a knee-jarring descent rapidly delivered me to the valley bottom and the tranquil banks of the beautiful River Breamish. I ignored the recent replacement footbridge, crossed the river via the adjoining shallow ford and followed the route of the ancient border-crossing Salter’s Road over Nagshead Knowe. I was now in full flow and before long I was standing on the edge of the Uswayford Forest with less than one mile to go to the summit of the sixth highest hill in the range. However, with 142 metres of sporadically rough ascent between me and the boggy top of Bloodybush Edge I first needed to fill up my lungs.

In the event, the summit-crowning triangulation pillar was reached at a canter and, as I was keen to keep the momentum going, I continued on to Cushat Law, two boot-squelching miles away. Known affectionately as ‘The Monarch of Kidland’, this hill is a mere 14 metres higher than its neighbour and sports a fine shelter cairn. I needed no persuading to take a break in this delightfully isolated location.

After a leisurely lunch a long descent over the shapely, grass-carpeted Bush Knowe ultimately led me to the heather-mottled south western slopes of Shill Moor and another brief encounter with the Salter’s Road. From here there are a number of ways I could have returned to Hartside. I chose the most strenuous, straight over the top of Shill Moor from where I enjoyed, for the umpteenth time, the outstanding 360 degree panorama.

I then left the high ground behind and made my way sharply downhill to the single track Alnhammoor road and the mainly level trek back to Hartside. Along the way I made a short detour to Meggrim’s Knowe to visit the tiny 2009-erected memorial to 24 year old Pilot Officer Martin Walter Rivers who, on the 25 April 1941, was killed when his Hawker Hurricane stalled and crashed during a solo training flight from RAF Ouston. I felt fortunate to be on my way home.

Geoff Holland is the author of four books of self-guided walks, ‘The Cheviot Hills’, ‘Walks from Wooler’, ‘The Hills of Upper Coquetdale’ and ‘Walks on the Wild Side The Cheviot Hills’ , is a regular contributor to ‘TGO (The Great Outdoors)’, ‘Country Walking’ and ‘The Northumbrian’ magazines and is the operator of the highly acclaimed website www.cheviotwalks.co.uk. His books are available online from www.trailguides.co.uk or from all good bookshops and he can be heard reading a selection of his poems on www.listenupnorth.com. He has lived in Monkseaton for almost 40 years.

Hello! Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Holly’s Mummy.

There was a time when I had a name all of my very own. Now, let me think, what was that name again? Ah that’s right, Helen. My name is Helen, how do you do?

Since becoming a Mummy for the first time in November 2010 I’m finding that life has changed beyond all recognition. No longer can I move around the house independently without a care or worry. I now have to carry a gorgeous tiny person from room to room and find a vast array of squeaking, rattling and fluffy objects to keep her amused as I go about my daily chores.

Popping is a thing of the past in my house. I used to enjoy popping. I’d ‘pop’ to the shops for some milk, ‘pop’ to the post box to post a letter or ‘pop’ out for lunch with my friends. Now don’t get me wrong, I still do all those things. I just do all of those things at less of a ‘pop’ and at more of dull thud. Simply leaving the house has become something of a military exercise involving enough resources and equipment to sink a battle ship and, more often than not, too much under-breath cursing and muttering from yours truly.

Once I am out with all the clutter and bumph that generally accompanies a small child, I love to walk with Holly in her pushchair and I’m a very proud Mummy when total strangers and friends of the family alike stop me to coo and gurgle at her and tell me how gorgeous she is. I know this. I am her (admittedly slightly biased) Mummy after all! However, when I reach my destination (as I generally do, although it has been known not to happen) I meet with a phenomenon, new to me, that I jokingly call ‘Invisible Mum Syndrome’. Other new and experienced Mums will know precisely what I mean. I now enter a room and everyone (yes, even my own dear Daddy) makes a very severe and direct beeline for my darling daughter and forgets (in the majority of cases) to even acknowledge my existence! Harrumph! Ah, the cost of having such an adorable daughter…

Having said all that, I wouldn’t change a single thing about my life as a Mummy. For every con there are one hundred pros and I am one happy lady. For every sleepless night there are countless moments in which her smile brightens my day and for every dirty nappy there are the heart-melting giggles, shouts and babbles that make me laugh out loud.

I’m proud to introduce myself as Holly’s Mummy. It’s nice to meet you.

Helen Bowman is a freelance writer, editor and proof reader who lives in Whitley Bay and works with small companies, individuals and groups to write, edit and proof read articles, press releases, website copy and all forms of the written word.

Contact her on 07725 196929 or at helen@in-the-detail.co.uk for more information.

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