Once a week, in the late 1960s, I would watch The Borderers in my parents' lounge - pale colours would wash over the screen of the new Ferguson - I would fear for the brave border family - the canny Warden would brood in his smoky chamber -
I thought of this series, and of my boyhood, when I saw the Vicar's Pele in Corbridge -
There it was, a strong tower, with narrow windows -
Penny's maiden name was Armstrong - reivers had plundered this frontier land -
I glanced up at the stone walls of the tower -
Horses had plunged and snorted where now I saw sleek Volvos -
10.00
July 7 2014
Corbridge
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