excuse my patchy history but from what i understand, berwick is on the scottish border and has a long-standing heritage of keeping the scots out / english in, depending on who you ask. as such, it's got a wall around it, a garrison and magazine. it's between the river tweed and the north sea, and i couldn't help but think of the expression 'between the devil and the deep blue sea'. pseudo-nationalistic sentiment aside, make of that what you will. the great thing about the walls (apart from serving its original purpose centuries ago!) is that they made for some very good walking. we arrived in the afternoon and walked on the walls till sunset, then made our way to the pub. typical.
(apologies if almost all the photos are of the mister! when traveling in a twosome, there's really not much else to take.)
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