industrial heritage

Weekly Photo Challenge : A Day in my Life

Start the day with a sparkle

Start the day with a sparkle

I love pink grapefruit!  Followed by coffee and toast.

Coffee and non edible books

Coffee and non edible books

That reminds me- I must start my Polish lessons (again!).  It’s less than 4 weeks till my next visit.

This being a Saturday, (I know! I know, I’m seriously late posting and should just scrape the deadline) it’s time to scoot across the park to my zumba class.  No photos, to protect the innocent, but we do have fun.  Grab any food shopping we need in town and bus back home as the legs are tired.  Make a panini for Mick, cooked breakfast for James and collapse with my laptop, quiche and salad.

Often I will spend the afternoon online while the lads watch sports, but this Saturday is the first truly sunny day in months!  “Do you fancy a walk?” I ask Mick, cautiously.  And then we’re bundled up against the cold and striding along the beach.  It’s so exhilerating, I forget tiredness.

The beach at Hartlepool Headland- almost empty this lovely day

The beach at Hartlepool Headland- almost empty this lovely day

Part of our industrial heritage

Part of our industrial heritage

Somebody's been this way!

Somebody’s been this way!

And beyond!

And beyond!

Getting nearer

Getting nearer

Heading for the gap

Heading for the gap

The pier has rotted away

The pier has rotted away

Consumed by the sea

Consumed by the sea

Beautiful in its ugliness

Beautiful in its ugliness

I love this prehistoric  monster

I love this prehistoric monster

Straight down the barrel

Straight down the barrel

And out the other side

And out the other side

Looking back

Looking back

And into the dunes

And into the dunes

It’s a scramble up to the top.  Still with me?  The pipes belonged to Steetley Magnesite, a magnesium producing company, but the site has been derelict for some time.  The chimney, which could be seen for miles up and down the coast, has recently been demolished and new homes are to be built there.

It’s not a part of town I often visit but there is a very interesting old cemetery too.  Spion Kop Cemetery dates back to 1856, and is formed from a combination of sand dunes and ships ballast, providing a rare natural habitat.

The derelict site

The derelict site

The nature reserve

The nature reserve

Spion Kop Cemetery

Spion Kop Cemetery

Jewish headstones and a wealth of local history

Jewish headstones and a wealth of local history

The town's symbol on the gate

The town’s symbol on the gate

And back along the top of the dunes

And back along the top of the dunes

Pleasantly exhausted!  You too?

Home for a cuppa, put the feet up, and after an interval, make spag bol for tea.  Too tired to take any more photographs.  Glass or two of well deserved red to end the day.  Thanks for your company.

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Am I allowed a dark side?

Witches hats

Witches hats

In close up

In close up

And with Penshaw Monument in the background

And with Penshaw Monument in the background

If you look through one of these holes, you get a close up image

If you look through one of these holes, you should see a close up image (Penshaw Monument in this case)

I believe it's a trick of the eye, but I couldn't get a shot through it to show you

I believe it’s a trick of the eye, but I couldn’t get a shot through it to demonstrate- sorry!

So I wandered off to see the swans instead

So I wandered off to see the swans instead

They weren't too impressed with me

They weren’t too impressed with me

So I went off to sit on the silly bench

But the silly bench didn’t seem to mind

And check out our industrial heritage

I checked out some industrial mining heritage

Until it was time to go

Until it was time to go

I write travel blogs.  It’s my job to entertain, and take you wandering along with me, and I love to do it.  Sometimes it’s an escape- a welcome release when things aren’t going well.  These photos I took in Herrington Country Park this week seemed to match my mood.

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Chasing the Byron connection? Windswept at Seaham

Rough seas at Seaham Harbour - copyright Ian Britton at Freefoto.com

Life is strange sometimes, isn’t it?  It was one of those “blowing a hooligan” days, but the sky was blue and bright and I just couldn’t stay home.  As always, it was the lure of the sea that pulled me up the coast to Seaham.  It’s a place I don’t often visit, but whenever I do it seems to have improved.  Over the years it’s had to pull itself up by the bootstraps.

Revitalised Terrace Green, Seaham

The Durham coastline is rugged in the extreme and Seaham Harbour was hacked out of these cliffs to provide transport for locally mined coal.  Seaham’s deep mines reached out more than 3 miles beneath the North Sea.  Seacoal and waste despoiled these beaches as far as the eye could see when the last mine finally closed in 1992.  Almost 20 years later, the sea has washed and groomed them back to a semblance of their old selves.

Of course, man has pitched in to help with the repair.  The success of this is evident in the Coastal Footpath which now graces the clifftops.  At numerous points along the coast road it’s easy to drop down onto wide sweeping stretches of coastline.

Seaham itself has a vast panorama.  At the southerly end the lighthouse juts out into the harbour.  Sometimes, returning home by train from Newcastle, I’ve witnessed the sea battering its way in over the harbour wall.  Today was not so ferocious, but I had to lean into the wind.

Lower promenade

From North Terrace you can descend to a lengthy promenade which hugs the cliffs.  Not pretty in itself, still it gives shelter from the wind and the chance to observe the nooks and crannies of the giants above.  Dogs foolishly bark at the waves and small wellie-wearers enjoy the rock pools.

Seaham Hall Beach Car Park Sculpture

At the northern end I clamber back to the cliff top to admire the Seaham Hall Beach Car Park sculpture.  Shaped like the layout of St Mary’s Church, it’s one of a number of sculptures which pay tribute to the town’s heritage.

Vane Tempest Sculpture

The Vane Tempest Sculpture is a striking piece of art work, depicting the skyline of the former Vane Tempest Colliery.

The upper promenade leads back to Terrace Green.  Opposite, at 17A North Terrace, is my favourite coffee stop in Seaham, “Leaf, Bark and Berries”.  An intriguing mix of food emporium, café and furniture shop, the homemade quiches are excellent and I always enjoy a browse at the crafts and cabinetry on display.  Using the sizeable properties to their full potential seems to be a Seaham trait, as I noticed that the newer “Black Truffle Coffee Shop” on Terrace Green boasted a boutique at the rear.  Must check it out, next time.

Leaf, Bark and Berries- cafe-cum-browsing opportunity

Looking back at my subject, you could be forgiven for wondering what all this has to do with Lord Byron.  On 2nd January, 1815 he married Anna Isabella Milbanke, the daughter of the owner of Seaham Hall.  The marriage took place at the Hall rather than at nearby St Mary’s, and was thought by many to be doomed for this reason.  Whatever the cause, they were to last only a year.  A child, Augusta Ada, was born on 2nd December.  She never knew her father, but at her own request was buried next to him in the family vault at Hucknall Torknard Church, Nottingham.  Which, completely coincidentally, brought me full circle with my last post on Byron’s ancestral home, Newstead Abbey.

Seaham Hall today is a very grand and successful hotel, the only obvious connection, Lord Byron’s Walk. www.seaham-hall.co.uk

Many more details of history and heritage can be found on www.seaham.com from whom I have borrowed a number of photographs.  The most recent addition to the town sculptures sits beside the new Byron Place Shopping Centre.

The Brothers- waitin t'gan down

Life as it was in Seaham, a town proud of it’s industrial past, yet reaching out to the future.