I am sad that nobody has commented on Wallsend. It’s not a pretty town but it was the home of many of our mainstay industries and still is to a lesser extent. It also provided me with jobs for most of last 30 years of my working life. My maternal grandmother was also born there.Thank you Wallsend.
Don’t be sad, when I drive through Wallsend, I think of some of my mates who lived, laughed and loved there. I remember the back to back and the companionship. Now I marvel at the trees and how quickly they have grown, the bright paint, the clean curtains.
Cheer up mate, your part of history - ‘Walls End’ remember, you could even have ‘foreign’ ancestors coming from there.
Ah Mrs K, you are a marvel (and I did get your email and am really grateful… I just have five million to reply to and I’m overwhelmed). Thank you for that/
I looked out across the river today / saw a city in the fog and an old church tower / where the seagulls play
saw the sad shire horses walking home in the sodium light
two priests on the ferry / October geese on a cold winter’s night
(…)
teachers told us / the romans built this place / built a wall and a temple on the edge of the Empire garrison town
they lived and they died / and they prayed to their gods / but the stone gods did not make a sound
and the empire crumbled / till all that was left were the stones that the workmen found
all this time the river flowed / in the falling light of a northern sun
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I am sad that nobody has commented on Wallsend. It’s not a pretty town but it was the home of many of our mainstay industries and still is to a lesser extent. It also provided me with jobs for most of last 30 years of my working life. My maternal grandmother was also born there.Thank you Wallsend.
I’m glad you commented Alf, I really like this shot! Wallsend’s not a bad place, although no it’s not pretty.
It is an excellent shot, Beth. Judging by the elevation and the black pole it was taken fron the Wallsend Metro Station.
Alf
Don’t be sad, when I drive through Wallsend, I think of some of my mates who lived, laughed and loved there. I remember the back to back and the companionship. Now I marvel at the trees and how quickly they have grown, the bright paint, the clean curtains.
Cheer up mate, your part of history - ‘Walls End’ remember, you could even have ‘foreign’ ancestors coming from there.
Ah, Wallsend, thank you for “all this time”, one of my favourite songs.
Alf, yes it was. Another pic coming up tomorrow.
Ah Mrs K, you are a marvel (and I did get your email and am really grateful… I just have five million to reply to and I’m overwhelmed). Thank you for that/
Daniel - what song is that??
“All this time” by Sting.
I looked out across the river today / saw a city in the fog and an old church tower / where the seagulls play
saw the sad shire horses walking home in the sodium light
two priests on the ferry / October geese on a cold winter’s night
(…)
teachers told us / the romans built this place / built a wall and a temple on the edge of the Empire garrison town
they lived and they died / and they prayed to their gods / but the stone gods did not make a sound
and the empire crumbled / till all that was left were the stones that the workmen found
all this time the river flowed / in the falling light of a northern sun
(complete lyrics: http://lyricskeeper.de/de/sting-police/all-this-time.html)
Wow, I will have to look that up! Thanks for that.