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Where is Geordieland?

Geordieland is the affectionate name used to describe the North East region of England in and around the city of Newcastle upon Tyne and the town of Gateshead. The River Tyne separates these two places but they are connected by seven iconic bridges and share a spirit that is so friendly and fun you can’t help but fall in love with the place!


NewcastleGateshead Quayside

My boyfriend (born and bred in Newcastle) tells me that anyone born within a five mile radius of the River Tyne can claim to be a Geordie but I’m not convinced it’s as simple as that! What I do know for sure is that this very special place offers an abundance of sights, sounds and experiences, so whatever your tastes you’re  always guaranteed to have a great time in Geordieland.


Angel of the North, Gateshead


Central Arcade, Newcastle

With world-class culture, vibrant nightlife, award-winning dining, inspiring heritage, fantastic shopping and acclaimed architecture there’s plenty to see and do! Whether you live in Geordieland or you’re planning a visit, I hope this blog will inspire you to make the most of what’s on offer.

The images on this page have been provided by NewcastleGateshead Initiative


  1. If you ever need engaging photography from around the north-east for this blog, by all means drop me a line to let me know your requirements and hopefully we’ll be able to cooperate. Well done on running this fine blog, Stuart Forster (Director of Why Eye Photography Limited).

  2. Anonymous Reply

    25 yrs. ago,took my mom home to Darlington.we spent two evenings in and around,fantastic.very open and warm loved it. still drinking newcastle to come back some day.

  3. Stefanie Reply

    Will be visiting Newcastle for a business trip. My first time in the UK (after being in the US about 30+ times). Was actually looking for what’s going on in and around Newcastle and so also learned about Geordieland. Thanks for that.
    Btw – I am German 🙂

  4. I Am an expatriot Geordie I was Brougt up od Scotswood Road
    I visit Newcastle every now & then and Go to a Regimental Dinner Every Year
    The R N Fs. ‘I Love Newcastle the Centre of the Toon has Never Changed,
    Still a Toon Supporter At 84. Howay the lads,

  5. Chuck Monroe Reply

    This song, by Mark Knopfler, piqued my interest in Geordie land. I hope we get to visit before we expire.

    I am Jeremiah Dixon
    I am a Geordie boy
    A glass of wine with you, sir
    And the ladies I’ll enjoy
    All Durham and Northumberland
    Is measured up by my own hand
    It was my fate from birth
    To make my mark upon the earth

    He calls me Charlie Mason
    A stargazer am I
    It seems that I was born
    To chart the evening sky
    They’d cut me out for baking bread
    But I had other dreams instead
    This baker’s boy from the west country
    Would join the Royal Society

    We are sailing to Philadelphia
    A world away from the coaly Tyne
    Sailing to Philadelphia
    To draw the line
    A Mason-Dixon Line
    Now you’re a good surveyor, Dixon
    But I swear you’ll make me mad
    The West will kill us both
    You gullible Geordie lad
    You talk of liberty
    How can America be free
    A Geordie and a baker’s boy
    In the forests of the Iroquois

    Now hold your head up, Mason
    See America lies there
    The morning tide has raised
    The capes of Delaware
    Come up and feel the sun
    A new morning has begun
    Another day will make it clear
    Why your stars should guide us here

    We are sailing to Philadelphia
    A world away from the coaly Tyne
    Sailing to Philadelphia
    To draw the line
    A Mason-Dixon Line

    Songwriters: Mark Knopfler

    Sailing to Philadelphia lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

  6. JMS Reply

    I found your blog after listening to a lovely song from Mark Knopfler’s latest album

    Matchstick Man by Mark Knopfler

    So there he was then, Penzance to play
    Christmas Eve in a nowhere band
    Now early morning Christmas Day
    He’s hitching home to Geordieland

    Last night the snow came, just my luck
    And who the hell do you think you are
    Climbing up into that truck
    With your old bag and your guitar

    And you, you would-be vagabond
    No one invited you, you know
    Matchstick man, up in the dawn
    You’ve got five hundred miles to go

    The driver now must drop off his load
    The snow still laying thick on the ground
    Leaves him on a high crossroads
    Where he can see for miles around

    The sun is shining, sky is blue
    And everything is white and bare
    Not a car comes into view
    There’s nothing moving anywhere

    And you, you would-be vagabond
    No one invited you, you know
    Matchstick man, you speck upon
    These vast and silent plains of snow

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