Man, what a day! Seriously, I’m still buzzing from it. So, I woke up in Berwick-Upon-Tweed, right? You know, that little gem up in Northumberland, just chillin’ by the Tweed River. I’m a tour guide, so I’m used to the usual stuff, but today? Total chaos.
First off, I’m running late. Classic me. I sprint down Marygate, dodging tourists like I’m in some weird game of Frogger. I swear, if I trip over another suitcase, I’m gonna lose it. Anyway, I finally get to the Barracks. The old military stuff is cool, but today, it’s packed. Like, can’t-move-packed. I’m thinkin’, “Great, just what I need.”
Then, outta nowhere, this kid starts crying. Like, full-on wailing. Turns out, he lost his ice cream. I mean, I get it. Ice cream is life. But c’mon, mate, it’s not the end of the world! I try to cheer him up, but he just glares at me. Kids, right?
So, I’m trying to keep my cool, and I head over to the Quayside. The view is stunning, tho. The river, the bridges, the boats. I take a deep breath, and boom! A seagull swoops down and snatches my sandwich! I’m standing there, mouth agape, like, “Did that just happen?” I’m pretty sure I yelled something like, “Oi! That was my lunch!” But the bird just flies off, smug as ever.
After that, I decide to hit up the local market on the High Street. It’s buzzing with life. Fresh produce, handmade crafts, and the smell of street food. I’m eyeing this amazing-looking pie, right? But then, I see my mate Dave. He’s got this ridiculous hat on, and I can’t help but laugh. I mean, who wears a flat cap in 2023? But hey, it’s Berwick, so anything goes.
We chat for a bit, and he tells me about this new pub on Bridge Street. Apparently, they’ve got the best craft beers. I’m like, “Count me in!” But first, I gotta finish my tour.
Next stop? The Old Bridge. It’s iconic, man. I’m telling the group about its history, how it’s been standing since the 1600s. But then, I spot this couple taking selfies. They’re blocking the view, and I’m like, “Seriously?!” I mean, I get it, but c’mon!
Finally, I wrap up the tour and head to that pub. It’s called The Black Bull, and it’s got this cozy vibe. I order a pint, and it’s like heaven in a glass. I sit down, and guess who walks in? The kid from earlier! He’s with his family, and he’s got a new ice cream. I can’t help but smile.
As I’m sipping my drink, I overhear some locals chatting about the upcoming Berwick Film Festival. I’m like, “What? I didn’t even know that was a thing!” They’re all excited, and it’s contagious. I start thinking about how much I love this town. The history, the people, the quirks.
But then, just when I think the day can’t get any weirder, the fire alarm goes off! Everyone’s rushing out, and I’m just standing there, pint in hand, like, “Is this really happening?” Turns out, it was a false alarm. Phew! But man, my heart was racing.
By the time I get home, I’m exhausted but happy. Berwick-Upon-Tweed, you crazy little town, you’ve done it again. I wouldn’t trade this day for anything. Well, maybe for a seagull-proof sandwich. But that’s it!