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• At 2009.02.23 14:06, Steve Lancaster said:

  Love the curve of terraces and railings you’ve got there, with bus for real-time movement and colour contrast!!

  (It’s not just the beach that’s the problem: it’s Crusoe’s and their bally cheese scones…)

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• At 2009.02.23 18:06, babooshka said:

  Another image that takes me back, especially with the bus is shot. Buses were my mode of transport and still the best way to see a city skyline.

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• At 2009.02.23 20:53, hectoria said:

  My friend calls the double decker 306 “the ghost bus”. From their window in Percy Gardens (the curved terrace in the photo) they can only see the top deck passing by & there appears never to be anyone upstairs on the bus.

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• At 2009.02.23 21:46, Alan Blyth said:

  In the old days these houses used to be “bed and breakfast” places for families who came to the N.E.Coast for their summer holidays. Guess things are very different now. I have lived in Australia for 38yrs now, but lived in the Northe East when I was a boy. Love your website by the way.

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• At 2009.02.23 22:32, mo said:

  I used to live in an attic flat (along with 4 others, yes they’re THAT big!) about 4 doors down from the rather ugly ‘new’ block in the late 60’s/early 70’s. Interesting fact, the bath had 3 taps….hot, cold and salt!

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• At 2009.02.24 05:04, Cassandra said:

  MMmm… Cheese Scones… !!

  Babooshka, I love the buses! They may be dirty and a little smelly, but they were priced right and go about anywhere!

  Hectoria, that’s hilarious! And how lucky that your friend got to live beside the sea!

  Thanks Alan, i hope our site brings back lots of great memories!

  Mo, a salt tap? What’s that, sea water?

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• At 2009.02.24 08:37, mo said:

  Hi Cassandra….yes, salt water piped up from the bay below, presumably for a nice, healthy cold bath for those nice, healthy Victorians….I gave it a miss myself!

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• At 2009.02.24 15:56, Mrs K said:

  We used to walk from the pier at Tynemouth to St Mary’s Island.
  On pavements and beaches and lower proms, with many ice creams, pop and stops to plodge. It was a day out and great for us kids.

  When we got older, it was down to St Mary’s on New Years Day and walk as far as the New Year’s Eve celebrations would allow us to - never ever made it past Spanish City.

  memories.

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