Mobility and Access Access to the church presents no problems. If you use a wheelchair let us know you are coming by contacting 07342 360281 We will do everything we can to make your visit easy and comfortable. There is reasonable car parking in Wooler within easy distance of St Mary's Church.

To travel to Wooler, you can either drive, take a bus, or take a train to a nearby station and then use a local taxi or bus to reach Wooler. By Train: The closest train station to Wooler is Berwick-upon-Tweed, on the East Coast mainline. Alnmouth station is another option, but it's further away. You can then take a local bus or taxi from Berwick-upon-Tweed to Wooler. By Car: Wooler is accessible by car, you should find sufficient parking throughout the town and only a relatively short walk from our concert venue, St Mary's Church. Google Map link: https://maps.app.goo.gl/WQiS3NRemdpTBrR89

Helping to support Wooler Arts

Supporting Wooler Arts Making a donation Running a voluntary arts organisation is financially very challenging. Currently we receive no public funding, but have to rely on trusts, small grant applications, individual donations and box office income. Being a Registered Charity brings benefits such as Gift Aid, but it is the generosity of individuals that has been so helpful over the past five years, particularly with regard to the Summer Concerts, our most expensive activity. As we look to the future, we hope that support will be forthcoming in a number of different ways. If you would like to make an individual donation, you can do this by cheque made payable to Wooler Arts and sent to Wooler Arts PO Box 134 Wooler Northumberland NE66 9ES If you prefer to pay by bank transfer , please email us at info@woolerarts.org.uk and we will send you our bank details. Please make it clear which of the following you would like to support: Wooler Arts Summer Concerts Concerts and Recitals Glendale Community Ceilidh Band Poetry Café Visual Arts - Open Exhibition Highlights Thank you very much for considering to support us - it is very much appreciated.

Word on the Street 2025

‘Word On The Street’ was created from words and sentences submitted by the wider Wooler Community in a 3 hour brainstorming session.

We hope you like it.

WORD ON THE STREET

The Humble Hills, strange and sombre

What secrets do they hold

Beneath where many have journeyed, untold stories

A snow-filled tarn, flaming heather

Herdwick, black-faced, Cheviot sheep,

Wandering weaving, snagging gorse – leaving tufts

Goats, wild, smelly, shy

Grouse grousing, Curlews crying

Skylarks ascending

Buzzards circling

Hares, sparring.

Wide open skies, alive and evolving

Deep skies, swirling skirts of starlight

Northern lights dancing, fluorescent show

The thin crescent moon welcoming dawn

On the calm cool Common.

Birdsong the only sound, peaceful yet so loud,

Stirs Belted Galloways to their grazing

Red squirrels, scurry

Ewes and lambs now run free.

From the Ponds to puddly pot holes,

A tarmac river flows down from hills above to pool in Market Place below

Where hangy peely-wallys truant, hanging out by Wooler Water’s weir, along with heron, statue-still.

A waddle of Muscovy ducks bravely cross old London Road to the Milk Bar, some never make it.

Up the Peth, onto the High Street

For a bite, something light

Fruit & veg, for your delight.

Wooler welcomes weary walkers, pilgrims resting at phantom fountain,

overhearing conversations from the hair studio.

And dogs are welcome everywhere, bringing a smile to the streets.

Our poster boy “Pat” (and his cat), smiling too with the news that the Post Office is saved.

‘Word On The Street’ was created from words and sentences submitted by the wider Wooler Community in a 3 hour brainstorming session.

We hope you like it.

WORD ON THE STREET

The Humble Hills, strange and sombre

What secrets do they hold

Beneath where many have journeyed, untold stories

A snow-filled tarn, flaming heather

Herdwick, black-faced, Cheviot sheep,

Wandering weaving, snagging gorse – leaving tufts

Goats, wild, smelly, shy

Grouse grousing, Curlews crying

Skylarks ascending

Buzzards circling

Hares, sparring.

Wide open skies, alive and evolving

Deep skies, swirling skirts of starlight

Northern lights dancing, fluorescent show

The thin crescent moon welcoming dawn

On the calm cool Common.

Birdsong the only sound, peaceful yet so loud,

Stirs Belted Galloways to their grazing

Red squirrels, scurry

Ewes and lambs now run free.

From the Ponds to puddly pot holes,

A tarmac river flows down from hills above to pool in Market Place below

Where hangy peely-wallys truant, hanging out by Wooler Water’s weir, along with heron, statue-still.

A waddle of Muscovy ducks bravely cross old London Road to the Milk Bar, some never make it.

Up the Peth, onto the High Street

For a bite, something light

Fruit & veg, for your delight.

Wooler welcomes weary walkers, pilgrims resting at phantom fountain,

overhearing conversations from the hair studio.

And dogs are welcome everywhere, bringing a smile to the streets.

Our poster boy “Pat” (and his cat), smiling too with the news that the Post Office is saved.

Your pick of pubs, choice of churches

Bells appealing

Bejewelled panes in every hue,

Dispensing hope in an amber light.

From raucous TV matches on the High, to live action –

Chevy Chase

Wooler Wheel

Skate park

Long-standing sporting games

To reams of culture,

With poetry, art and music too

Something for everyone, even you.

What’s going on in Wooler makes other towns sound duller.

Busy streets, busy bees, heartfelt poems, heartfelt homes.

Waking up in London I feel alone

Waking up in Wooler I see my home.