Newcastle was not as heinously crowded as it would have been four hours later when the town reached its peak hour for tourism, and it was easy to see ahead towards the string of upmarket shops and cafes conjoined in a stretch of rustic brick buildings, stacked one on top of the other and trailing down the inclined street.
"The weather here is colder than everyone makes it out to be," Ed tried at conversation again, making me turn my face away so I could get a good eye roll in as we approached the designated coffee shops.











