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Andrew_Debbie wrote:
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It’s the most northerly city in England, but Scotland and the islands extend much further North.

Newcastle or maybe Sunderland ?? 10 years here and I’m still learning.

For the rest of the Americans, UK city status is granted by the monarch and not by size. London is just confusing.

http://latitudelongitude.org/gb/newcastle-upon-tyne/

https://www.timeanddate.com/sun/uk/newcastle-upon-tyne

https://www.bbc.co.uk/news/magazine-13841482

The northernmost town in England is Berwick upon Tweed.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Berwick-upon-Tweed

In fact a large chunk of Scotland actually lies south of Newcastle and Berwick.

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I really gotta try the M2. Hopefully it’s more pocket-friendly than the sharp edged M1.

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West Hartlepool. Durham Was my start off point in life.
Too bloody cold for me.
Back in the ’40’s/‘50’s. we used to rake the “seacoal” off the beaches as tide dropped.
pack in rolls of newspaper. dry it. Then sell it (coal logs) to buy food.
Plus burn on fires in Winter to heat the house.
We were Mining. Heavy Industry. Shipyards and coal loading port from all the colliery’s.
Type in Google.. West Hartlepool or Hartlepool in the ‘40’/50’s. and look at the air we breathed.
born and bred in. Left there at 13 yrs old. 77 yr now and I still cough and wheeze.

That old Welsh Railway Station.
They used to issue Platform tickets if you went there yrs (decades) ago.
as Novelty/Souvenirs.
And most cut out the centre of it when talking about the place.
LLanfair-Gogoch from memory we called it.
Quaint li’l old place.

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Macka17 wrote:
Back in the ’40’s/‘50’s. we used to rake the “seacoal” off the beaches as tide dropped.
pack in rolls of newspaper. dry it. Then sell it (coal logs) to buy food.

Fascinating. Had to look up “seacoal”…

http://www.scottishheritage.net/seacoal.html

At first I thought it might be a nickname for, unno, clumps of seaweed which could be dried and burned as fuel.

Guess it’s not just anthracite?

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Macka17 wrote:
West Hartlepool. Durham Was my start off point in life.
Too bloody cold for me.
Back in the ’40’s/‘50’s. we used to rake the “seacoal” off the beaches as tide dropped.
pack in rolls of newspaper. dry it. Then sell it (coal logs) to buy food.
Plus burn on fires in Winter to heat the house.
We were Mining. Heavy Industry. Shipyards and coal loading port from all the colliery’s.
Type in Google.. West Hartlepool or Hartlepool in the ‘40’/50’s. and look at the air we breathed.
born and bred in. Left there at 13 yrs old. 77 yr now and I still cough and wheeze.

That old Welsh Railway Station.
They used to issue Platform tickets if you went there yrs (decades) ago.
as Novelty/Souvenirs.
And most cut out the centre of it when talking about the place.
LLanfair-Gogoch from memory we called it.
Quaint li’l old place.

Aah, a Mackem Wink You did well to get out.

My great grandad was a miner, in the great depression he walked (literally) two hundred miles South to find work, ending up with two shillings in his pocket, stood in line for work, and worked his way up from there. Wooed my great grandma. became highly respected, invested in a charabanc to take the miners to and from work, expanded, ended up owning the local bus and tram company, and a millionaire. In those days.

Never lost his roots though, when there was a mine disaster, which happened, regularly, he was the expert in sorting things out, calmly, and did the brutal work himself. E.g. if it was too dangerous to shoot the trapped pit ponies, he would have to strangle them with an iron bar and a chain. On his own, he was the last to leave.

Dropped down dead at 96, digging his vegetable garden (he grew all his own food). Still living extremely modestly, with one daughter helping. Way to go.

Sent my Grandad, his son, to University, who became a Doctor and consultant to the Sheffield steel industry and contributed hugely to metallurgy, which was vital during WWII.

I won’t bother you with the next two generations.

You are correct, it is very cold at home, where most of my family and friends still live, which is why I now live on the south coast, but am fortunate to also have other options to drift between, from the Yorkshire Dales, to North Norfolk, Southwest France and central Switzerland. None of my doing, just some very good friends.

Europe and Scandinavia is just such a marvellous place, so open and free, such history and heritage and beauty and meeting of minds, and mixing of people, interesting and informed generally, so sad the way things are going at the moment, it feels like a very dark sinister cloud falling down.

How did this happen ? (and please don’t mention the Trump and Merkel words).

Our pathetic UK “leadership” has left us rudder-less. Sorry, some of this may have drifted off into politics, if so please dis-regard.

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