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Violence. Atrocities. Outrageous behaviour. Scandal.
No. It is not what you are thinking. This is not an episode of MTV’s infamous take on the nightlife of Newcastle in its even more raunchy1 version of the original ‘Jersey Shore’. This is a thousand years of history that has ravished the real Geordie Shore.
Northumberland, in north east England, is where I am from. It is a land of rivers and golden sandy beaches sprinkled with fortified stately homes2 and impregnable3 castles that sit on cliff tops keeping an eye on the misty horizon for any possible invaders.
You might not have heard of it, most people haven´t. What has prevented this coastline turning into a British version of Benidorm is the weather. The maximum summer temperature is only twenty degrees.
But with over 70 castles in Northumberland, it deserves more attention. That is more than in any other county in the United Kingdom. The proximity of the Scottish border left its mark on the landscape as the royals and their subordinates sought to protect their homes from the terrifying and deadly invasions.
The oldest keep4, which dates to 1080 AD, is located in the region’s capital Newcastle. It is, sadly, in ruins and the first railway lines of the Industrial Revolution wrap around it like spaghetti.