Heading off to the seaside now, without ever actually seeing it on the 20 minute metro meander round the coast. The revelation on the metro journey came late. “Next stop Tine-mouth” I’d always been told it was “Tin-muff” by those evil Geordies. I’d always also been told that railway stations were places you bought overpriced… Continue reading I WON’T BE BEATEN IN MONKSEATON