The Newcastle Mal: A bridge that winks. Now there’s a thing. Then you get it, sitting in the bar looking out over the river Tyne. A winking bridge needs something uttelry gorgeous to wink at. Your chosen room for tonight is on the seventh. An entire floor of suites dedicated to the glory of shipbuilding. Meanwhile, deep in the basement a seductive day spa lies in wait.
From a bathtub of battleship proportions you find yourself winking. Must be catching.