Last Sunday I plodded leaden-legged, up to the summit of Cheviot, in Northumberland National Park and collapsed, heart thudding, in the heather. When I recovered I sat up and looked east. I thought smugly, the last unspoilt and under-populated county in England.
Last Sunday I plodded leaden-legged, up to the summit of Cheviot, in Northumberland National Park and collapsed, heart thudding, in the heather. When I recovered I sat up and looked east. I thought smugly, the last unspoilt and under-populated county in England.
