So, anyway... Gosforth. Gosforth is a funny old place. It literally is very old (1166 old according to Wikipedia), and yes it does have a good reputation, a little high street, tree lined streets etc. the lot! People here clearly have some money, and whilst I was wandering around taking my little awkward snaps, I could not get over the size of the houses! The further in I went, the bigger they jolly well got too! I mean, my gosh, huge!! ... Sadly though you will just have to take my word on this folks, as I was too scared to linger at the gates of the massive ones ('cause they weren't imposing or intimidating, at all!) with my
coal streaked face scruffy boots and dog hair-covered coat too long in case some house maid came out to shoo shoo me with her broom. As they are most likely, prone to do.
But away from the huuuuge houses (seriously I know I keep repeating myself now, but they were just. so. big), the high street sadly does look a little run down. It is however full of pretty flower shops, fancy hairdressers and cafes choc full of 'yummy mummys'.
I love the sign for this cute kids shoe shop!
And this is the window of my favourite shop, Yum Lush! Pretty!
We also have a Greggs, and not just any old blue Greggs. Noooo, a Posh brown Greggs!
Oh, and one of those random shops little towns and suburbs always seem to have that sells just like, everything you could every possibly want or need!
And a tiny little cog wheel clock, on a very tall post...
Seems even Queenie approves of Gosforth too!