My laptop just expired on me so I’m on my way back home to get Mrs RM to tell me off for breaking it. So a very quick post on my mobile phone so Dave and Dick don’t think Im dead. Deaf, yes.
I’ve been in Newcastle finishing GBG entries for Tyne and Wear, and clearly enjoying my trip more than Simon.
A Skelmersdale for the east perhaps, Jarrow is not the visual highlight of the area, but I did see this in the High Street;
Your guess is as good as mine.
Actually there’s a lot of history round Jarrow, but not the sort you capture on a dark and wet Monday teatime.
We stayed in a Premier Inn just up the road a few years back. The adjacent all-you-can-eat Taybarns ought to be the World Heritage sight.
Or perhaps McGonnells Gin & Ale House deserves that status. Tucked away in “unassuming” surroundings, it’s a little gem.
It was so low-lit, I thought it closed, and surprised to meet the barmaid in the porch turning the lighting down. Hence these scary photos.
It reminded me of West Yorkshires New Beehive or Fanny’s Ale House, a glorious bit of Victoriana. A great place to read your paper or recharge your I-Phone over a Jarrow Stout of unknown origin (NBSS 3.5). Peace descended.
Back at the metro the spell was spoken by a ghetto blaster playing that local classic that goes
“A Pizza Hut, a Pizza Hut, Kentucky Fried Chicken and a Pizza Hut”.