Comments on: The 235 Steps

By: McEff

McEff — Mon, 19 Jan 2015 20:51:37 +0000

Thanks for clearing that up Peter. We’re still waiting for the Admiralty manual. And the Corrour riots.

By: Peter Bennett

Peter Bennett — Mon, 19 Jan 2015 19:54:41 +0000

Tynemouth calling. admission. I told alie about the co-op bacon counter it was in fact the surgical goods counter! I just did not to appear to be so vulgar to your myriad of followers. ( mind even that counter gave you your ‘divi’ never how embarrassed you were.(How the family fortune was made and I have not forgotten the Admilarity manual) So little time and so many memories! Or was that women? Sadly…….I can’t remember. Pip pip (for now)

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By: beatingthebounds

beatingthebounds — Fri, 16 Jan 2015 16:45:15 +0000

I did. Whenever we visit I always expect I’ll bump into him, but that hasn’t happened so far….

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By: chrissiedixie

chrissiedixie — Fri, 16 Jan 2015 16:44:06 +0000

Didn’t move to Derbyshire ’till I was 12. Did you know that Mike from Northern Pies lives in Crook?

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By: beatingthebounds

beatingthebounds — Fri, 16 Jan 2015 16:28:39 +0000

Crook. Not sure what rude nicknames that qualifies her for. Here was I thinking you were from Derbyshire?

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By: McEff

McEff — Thu, 15 Jan 2015 22:24:18 +0000

Please, be my guest. That’s what it’s all about. I’m really chuffed when someone walks one of my walks.

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By: McEff

McEff — Thu, 15 Jan 2015 22:22:46 +0000

Peter, I wouldn’t mind a pint of whatever it is you’re drinking up there in Tynemouth because it wouldn’t take much to keep me laughing all night. That’s a great tale. If there’s a single word of it that’s anywhere near the truth I’d love to know.
Cheers, Alen

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By: chrissiedixie

chrissiedixie — Thu, 15 Jan 2015 22:16:03 +0000

Hi Mark, it’s Chrissie here! Just saying that I didn’t realise your other half is a Co. Durham lass like me. Is she a Monkey Hanger too, or does she hail from a more respectable part of the county?!

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By: chrissiedixie

chrissiedixie — Thu, 15 Jan 2015 22:14:02 +0000

Will do! I’ve just been passing a very pleasant hour too, marking your Christmas walk in the N Yorks Moors and your Mardale to Shap Corpse route on my maps, with a view to backpacking them in the not too distant future. Hope you don’t mind me using your routes…. ????

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By: McEff

McEff — Thu, 15 Jan 2015 22:06:04 +0000

Spooky or what? It’s funny how things happen like that.
I think to ask Mark that question, Chrissie, you’ll have to click the “reply” tag on one of his comments. Please do because we’re all dying to know. It’s a small world and getting smaller all the time.
Alen

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By: Peter Bennett.

Peter Bennett. — Thu, 15 Jan 2015 21:11:42 +0000

Tynemouth Anonmous !. I have many memories of Durham…I was born at quite an early age. I attempted to shoot both parents so I could be eligible for the annual orphans outing. They must have held a bit of grudge against me I told my father I would like to read Philosophy & Politics at Magdelin College Oxford. “Ye kidden me son..noon of this educashun crap yere gannin doon the pit!” Well I was taken aback. I suggested I wouldn’t mind even the bacon counter at the local Co-Op. “Were havin nee moar agree bargee it’s THE PIP..report to the Deputy 6am the morro” Well,the next day I arrived sharpish.I asked ( in a polite manner as is my wont)for my helmet and Davy lamp. The deputy said “Did yer father not tell ye this is a Poverty Pit ?” Gan owner there and lower tersel doon the rope..it’s a Poverty Pit. Nee helmets nee lamps or owt like that..heors yer candle,two matches.and ya pic..gan on and divent mess about.” As I walked over to the shaft his Poverty Pit, Poverty Pit kept resonating in my mind. I somewhat,awkwardly descended into the gloom,my flickering candle in on hand and the pick in the other.I half crawled to the coal face and began feebly picking.After a while I became aware of a flapping sound….it got nearer and in what feeble light I had,I made out it to be an enormous bat. I continued picking to the reccuring chant within my head poverty pit poverty pit.Suddenly I heard the flapping sound approaching,right,I thought…I’ll get the bugger this time! I waited and just spot on I impaled it to the roof seam. Somewhat happier I began my picking…poverty pit poverty pit it was just the right rhythm. Suddenly I heard the dulcet call of the Pit Deputy…”Every body oot….the bloody fans packed oop,” And that is why I am Tynemouth. Pip pip

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By: chrissiedixie

chrissiedixie — Thu, 15 Jan 2015 20:27:07 +0000

Now that is quite spooky, since only a fortnight ago I had expressed a desire to His Lordship that we have a trip to Durham and, in particular, the Cathedral, since I haven’t been there since I was about seven.
And Mark, I didn’t know your wife was a Co Durham lass like me? Just where is she from? Is she a Monkey Hanger like all my family are???

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