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Good News! Berwick’s Drive-in Christmas

You’ll be able to enjoy all the joy of Christmas – including singing carols – when the final Berwick Advent Window is opened on Christmas Eve at 6pm at The Parade, Berwick-upon-Tweed.

Northumberland County Council has given the greenlight for a drive-in celebration of Christmas as part of Berwick’s Advent Window Trail. The pre-ticketed free event (order tickets by emailing will take place in the town’s Parade Car Park – between the Parish Church and the Church of Scotland at 6pm on Thursday 24th December.

As well as the opening of the final Advent window, families will be able to join a crib-style service of the Christmas story and carols from the safety and comfort of their cars. The fun service is a joint production from many local churches and will present all the warmth, love and hope of the traditional Christmas story of the birth of Jesus – including angels, shepherds, wise men – streamed on a large screen erected in The Parade car park. And because they’ll be in their own cars, those who attend will be able to do something that churchgoers have missed out on for most of this year: sing together.

Those who cannot attend by car can enjoy the experience of the service and the opening of the final window from their homes (visit the Parish Church website and the Parish Church’s YouTube channel) – and the window will be in situ until the New Year along with the rest of the Advent Window Trail round the town.

If you wish to attend the drive-in event, don’t forget to pre-book your ticket by emailing

Further information available from:

Rev’d Tom Sample: 01289 298521 or Rev’d Tracey Usher on: 01289 783083

Check out the full Advent Window Trail here

Wishing you a very happy Christmas!

A modern take on Once in Royal David’s City at 1 Castlegate

Glad tidings

Glad Tidings

Balancing children and Christmas isn’t all it’s cracked up to be

Parents, and mothers in particular, need broad shoulders. From the moment women conceive we’re public property. Even the whispered intention to start a family and we’re under orders about what we put into our bodies and how we conduct ourselves. Pregnant by mistake? Shame on you! You’ve already missed the folic acid boat. As our bodies swell they are poked, prodded and endlessly examined. And that’s just by strangers on the street. We are corralled into choices that have often been made for us because “that’s just the way things are done” or it’s “best for baby”. In some ways it’s fair enough: we all want our babies to be born in good health in the safest possible environment. But parenthood is rapidly becoming a lifelong guilt trip.

From well-meaning family members, to seasoned professionals, and random unknown individuals: there’s a queue of people and organisations lining up to tell parents what we’re doing wrong, how we’re doing it wrong, and why we’re doing it wrong. And now it’s the season to be jolly. So it’s all set to get a lot worse.

Parents: we’re doing it wrong. And now it’s the season to be jolly, it’s set to get a whole lot worse.

Not only are we under tinsel and fake-snow attack from retailers – with their cutesy penguin ads, come-hither window displays, and while-stocks-last tactics – we also have to field the desires of our children to compete with their peers on the gift-achievement-meter. I was really impressed when a friend told me that she’d explained to her child, who wanted a Wii or similar, that “Santa doesn’t bring toys with plugs”. When the child pointed to the DS he’d received the previous year, she managed some flannel about the plug coming from her. As he gets older this won’t wash. Being questioned by a child aged 7+ is akin to being cross-examined by a top QC.

The 2014 John Lewis ad has a lot to answer for.

The 2014 John Lewis ad has a lot to answer for.

Reading and handling a child’s behaviour is tricky at the best of times but factor in an environment that’s difficult to leave (say an aeroplane or coach), an unfamiliar eating environment, or an environment rammed with tempting eye-level goodies, and you’re courting high-octane emotions. It’s like a world that traps parents and children and then pours scorn on our efforts to deal with it. Which effectively means parents should stay home until our children have flown. Certainly, venturing out at Christmas is a no-no.

The “perfect Christmas” comes with a good dose of nostalgia: chestnuts roasting by an open fire; lashings of Dickens’ A Christmas Carol style goodwill; and children being ‘seen and not heard’. No matter that Victorian children tended to be beaten into submission – or sent up chimneys.

Who’d go back to a time when children came down the chimney rather than Father Christmas? Image:

Today’s actual Christmas – “it’s all about the children” – is fraught with the potential for public meltdowns and humiliations. But a child having a tantrum isn’t a disaster. It’s a child being a child. We parents just have to do the best we can to be parents to the children we have – wherever we are and however they (or we) happen to be behaving – whilst the tutters and head-shakers burn imaginary holes in us. I’ve seen parents placing their child on Santa’s knee even as its face dissolves into a purple snot-covered ball and its screams ricochet around the Grotto. I’ve seen parents sidle away, giving up the plans they had, and urgently telling their child to be good otherwise Santa won’t come. And I’ve seen parents scrabbling along shelves waggling sweets, toilet brushes (that was me), inflatable reindeer (not guilty) in their infant’s slime-streaked face desperate to silence the wailing and end their embarrassment. Wouldn’t it be great if we could all just relax and say “that’s children!” and really mean it?

So this Christmas stuff your turkey, slurp your egg nog, and spare an encouraging nod for the parent you see wrestling their child away from a My Friend Cayla doll or the Transformers Age of Extinction Chomp and Stomp Grimlock. Remember: you were once that child.

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