It was a sad thought knowing it would be the last time for what could be a few years but all the same, my friends and I have certainly made the most of our tickets and the attractions/facilities available on site.
On the way to Beamish, we did however stop off at a service station of which, housed a well known coffee shop.
We certainly needed this coffee and as a result, I found this little guy. Paying a small donation towards UK Air Ambulances, I made quite the friend whilst drinking my coffee!
Arriving at Beamish and entering the museums' grounds, we caught a tram to the 1900's town.
Golly, I love trams.
There, we bought a small snack to put us on for a short while whilst the queue for the fish and chip's reduced dramatically in size!
To pass the time, we wandered around and revisited our favourite shops, browsing the contents like we had never seen it before.
Every time I visited Beamish, I spotted something new, either hanging from the ceiling...
...or lurking in the corners of each shelf...
...or even mounted on the wall outside!
Sometimes, even the most colourful things are missed.
As each attraction is close to another, we thought, for a change, we'd walk to the village. A leisurely 10-15 minute walk lead us to a multitude of treasures!
Like this tiny ticket office for the tiny Dipwood Halt turntable.
Reaching the Regional Resource Centre, we wondered why we had never visited this small, yet packed warehouse.
We were amazed by all the 'relics' and vintage products Beamish had in storage.
I especially enjoyed the generations of toilets!
Just outside the warehouse was this beast of a machine. For the life of me I can not remember what it is!
Reaching the 1900's Pit Village, we welcomed by the sight of this magnificent traction engine. It was a stunning piece of steam mechanics.
The queue for Davy's Fried Fish Shop was now significantly shorter and took a fraction of the time to wait in. Whilst we waited, we watched the kitchen staff prepare, cook and serve the fish and chips.
And once again, the servings were spot on and delicious!
Before leaving, we grabbed a cup of tea and took a rather pleasant walk through a birch wood towards the 1820's Pockerley Waggonway.
It was a very adorable engine and the most jerky train ride I have ever been on!
But it was free and definitely worth the short experience the ride lasted for.
At the bottom of the hill from the Waggonway was Eston Church.
A small quiet building with sleepy pews and simplistic architecture, this church was a far cry from the churches, cathedrals and minsters we know so well.
With quaint fittings and historic masonry...
...it's no wonder why this building was dismantled and rebuilt here at Beamish.
Our last trip to Beamish had come to an end and as the Town had become sleepy and droopy-eyed, so had our tickets. Maybe we'll be back during the festive season but until then, it's goodbye to Beamish, the Living Museum of the North.
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