Meandering in Wooler

On our recent trip to Northumberland, we took ourselves off to Wooler.  Although we had not been there for several years, this was somewhat of a tradition.  Our trips to Northumberland always included a day or a part of a day in Wooler.  Why, I do not clearly remember.  The Cheviots were an attraction, but we rarely ventured into the hills.  The journey over from the Northumberland coast is particularly fine, involving open-sided roads over the moors.  But I think the main reason was to buy haggis.  We always seemed to be successful in this task, even though invariably we managed to pick half day closing.

Why did we go to Wooler on this holiday?  The introduction of vegetarianism into the Challenger household meant that haggis was no longer desirable to one of us and therefore not a motivational force.  The open road now passed through a massive but unknown construction project.  And the Cheviots were as distant as ever.  No the only reason why we went was nostalgia, a nostalgia reinforced by once again hitting the town on half day closing.  Memory is a fickle thing, but as I meandered though it Wooler seemed a tired place, not the self-contained town I remembered.

Market Place

Wooler High Street

The Black Bull