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Day 3 was again overcast and would be our shortest day, of around 20km or 13 miles.  The path hugged the coastline all the way from Embleton to Alnmouth, taking in the imposing 14th century ruin of Dunstanburgh Castle, Craster (famous for its smoked kippers) and Boulmer (famous for nothing in particular, as far as I know, other than being pronounced ‘Boomer’).  Note: My view is tainted here by the fact that the pub was shut and we had to skip lunch!

As you may know, I’m also a golfer, so there’s nothing I like better than to walk passed a golf course and today there would be at least 3.  Pete thinks that golf courses spoil the natural landscape, but he and I have to agree to disagree on that one.

Our evening would be spent in a corner (pictured) of the Red Lion, sitting next to a real fire, having a delicious (and much needed) meal, supping some fine ale and trying our best to answer questions in the weekly quiz (another staple of the English pub scene).  The winners had 38 points, which was waaaay to good for our measly 30 !