Early evening in Berwick’s Bridge Street. Shops and cafés are closed and their windows dark…
apart from the electrician’s with its display of lamps (and pastel coloured vacuum cleaners).
Across the street the windows of The Barrels inn give glimpses of a cosily traditional interior….
while just round the corner a well lit passageway offers an inviting entrance to The Curfew, a tiny micro-pub, tucked away behind the neighbouring shop.
It’s the lights that catch the eye but, if doors are your thing, some of the doors in the pictures deserve a second glance. (Click on any photo for a closer view)
A post for Thursday Doors.
Beyond the Window Box 
October 17, 2019 at 3:46 pm
Paris it isn’t. But the charms are different.
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October 17, 2019 at 4:27 pm
Too true!
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October 17, 2019 at 9:58 pm
The “Mule on Rouge”…cute 😀
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October 17, 2019 at 11:25 pm
Love the “Mule on Rouge” name.
janet
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October 18, 2019 at 11:09 am
Dreadful pun but clever. I’m not sure what accent you’d have to read it in to get ‘mule on’ to ‘moulin’.
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October 18, 2019 at 8:03 am
I can almost smell the sea (and feel the cold North Sea wind funneling down those streets!). Could easily spend a lot of time at Curfew. Would love to see Berwick one day.
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October 18, 2019 at 11:07 am
It was quite a mild evening but yes, Berwick does seem to have more than its fair share of cold wind.
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