Life at the end of the road

October 9, 2012

Living on ‘Lucozade’ :-(

Filed under: boats, daily doings — lifeattheendoftheroad @ 8:36 pm

What was a lovely relaxing Sunday went severely pear shaped in the late afternoon, had me in my bed at 18:30 and not actually out of it until 28 hours later. Well apart from visits to my ‘PortaPotti 165’, the shower and a spirited attempt at going to college on Monday, an attempt that I realized was futile, when the distance between the workshop where we would be spending the day and the toilets was taken into account. The wee ‘boys room’ in the Thompson Glenelg is less than two strides for relief, the college ones must be 500m from the classroom Sad smile 


After plonking away on here in the sunshine in my wacky trousers I set off once more for a wander, my goal being the old Benedictine priory, castle and fortifications on promontory at Tynemouth. Not taking any kind of direct route I pottered about on the beach and promenade, as the amusement park was open and the skate boarding rink was full of Danny Macaskill   wannbees on bikes, scooters and skate boards. They may not have been quite in his league but some of them were good and I enjoyed watching their efforts Smile Next it was up the sandy shore towards the Groyne and the remains of its old sea plane ramp.


I had seen it last week but just assumed it was an earlier attempt at preventing sand entering the Tyne, though now I look at it closely it’s pretty obvious that the wood is not nineteenth century. General rumour has it that it was built as a sea plane ramp during WW2 but it also served as a commercial venture, for a time at least.


sea plane base



airport 2


Sadly there is no date on this article about “Five seaplanes operate out of state-of-the-art hangers with a dedicated take off ramp” Smile 

The glorious sunshine certainly had the hoards of folk out enjoying a spell of ‘Indian summer’,


sailors, anglers and the ‘Jet ski fool, with his loathsome tool’ were all out in force. Call me a sad and miserable old git but I’ve never seen the point of owning one of these until today. Sure I can see the point of hiring one for an afternoon or even borrowing one off a mate with more money than sense but what is the point of actually having one ?? You can’t do anything from it, at least with a kayak you can go camping and it won’t cost you a fortune in fuel. With a RIB or other type of boat you can go fishing or diving, but what can you actually do with a jet ski other than annoy other people Smile Well, today I found out, it is the perfect craft for going from South Shields to North Shields to buy an ice cream or fish supper Smile  Me, I had to walk all the way and spend £2.40 on the ‘Spirit of the Tyne’, mind you I did have to ‘flush my self out with freshwater’ and get changed afterwards but that’s another story Smile



Anyway, on past the old pilots jetty and along the seafront it was before hopping over on the ferry.



This curiosity is right by the northern landing and is, according to a pill box of sorts .

Many factories and major civilian
installations, like docks, gas works and
railway depots, devised their own defensive
positions, in conjunction with the military,
which were later taken over by regular units
(Osborne 2004, 85). This armoured firing
position seems to fall into that category. It is
located next to the ferry landing, and
although now very exposed, would have
been camouflaged to blend into the busy
dock-side landscape.

Can’t say I’m totally convinced, you’d struggle to stand up there, let alone poke a gun, probably more of an observation post. Hard to define now but the grand looking building behind has the words ‘SAILORS HOME’ emblazoned between the second and third floor windows.I think at one time it was  ‘town house’ to,_4th_Duke_of_Northumberland then a grand hotel that got seedier and seedier, ending up with the nickname ‘the jungle’, now, judging by the cars parked outside it’s on ‘the up’ again Smile


Just as you get off the ferry you are greeted by the ‘The Crane House’, no longer a pub this what it looked like



‘back in the day’



another relic from those times and still doing a roaring trade is ‘The Porthole’, which when I walked past was ‘bouncing’ Smile



Just in front of these modern flats, and flanked by more is an old dry dock called ‘The Haddock Shop’.


This will be it today.


I know, I know, I’m really sad

The Haddock Shop 🙂

but at least I didn’t take a video Smile ‘only joking Alan’ Smile

My next port of call,

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no it wasn’t the pub, it was a nameless chippy that must have been responsible for my day in bed, delicious though it was it went through me like a dose of salts Sad smile

Not before seeing George Clooney and Mark Wahlberg


  Andrea Gail

or at least a fine model of their boat ‘Andrea Gail’ in a shop close by

A film that I’ll never forget, for I saw it on my ‘stag night’, a night in front of the fire with the skipper of my fishing boat, a few mates and lots of beer Smile





There was more, much more, like a visit to the Priory just as the place shut Sad smile



Lot’s of shipping up and down the Tyne and twenty four hours on the PortPotti but I’m gonna leave that for another day. After almost two days of alternating between bed and loo then drinking nothing but water and Lucozade, I finally ate something and am now visiting that little cupboard again Sad smile

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