July 2024. Seaham.
Another week, another snatched overnighter in the North-east,
heading now from pashmina Yarm to parmo Peterlee (or something), though I missed out the Apollo Pavillion as it might be too brutalist for Mrs RM’s Instagram followers,
and instead headed inland to the more tourist-friendly beach at Nose’s Point (top),
where I spent a memorable night in the campervan after Covid lockdown (1) ticking Seaham.
I then annoyed Mrs RM by standing in front of the statue of Tommy,
and she stood in my picture but I’ve used my magic eraser to rub her out. I thought you might see her shadow in the picture, but some things cast no shadow, as Oasis once sang.
To complete tourist Seaham we popped down to Glass Beach,
a name suggesting a beach made entirely out of colourful remnants from the Londonderry bottleworks.
But this is all we found.
Mind, we only looked for 10 minutes. We have the patience of a gnat.
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