After 36 hours of incessant rain, we woke to clear blue skies on the 27th of December. After a walk round a mostly-deserted Ouseburn, we headed down to the Quayside, enjoying the sunshine. By mid-morning people were streaming down to the riverside, released from two days indoors, and drawn by the gravitational pull of Tyne, bridges, and the Baltic gallery. We’d already visited the Baltic on Christmas Eve – enjoying the B. Wurz exhibition, feeling a little nonplussed by the other displays, being grateful for some excellent activities and books to read for our 5 year old – but it was still nice to poke our noses in briefly. Every walk needs a token purpose, at least.