Chasing The Sun
CHASING THE SUN
Standing on the beach outside the Spanish City at Whitley Bay we would see the PO ferry on the horizon, and the chase was on, legging it like mad down to Tynemouth to catch that darn ferry as it entered the Tyne river, no cheating, it all had to be done over the sands and rocks, no going up onto the road, O’ how we always failed, we would always get to the Priory Castle at King Edward's Bay, just to be left standing at the last short slip road down to the river Tyne with that darn ferry just sailing on through.
Lord, over the years, just how many times had we tried to beat that ferry coming in, once spotted on the horizon it was like an addiction, no words were spoken, just a big grins on our faces and it was off we went, no amount of tactics over the years did we ever catch that ferry at the mouth of the Tyne, even throughout the years of you growing up, given we have been chasing that ferry since you were just a mere four years old.
"It was always like chasing the sun, but; it was fun, you and me, son"
Indiana Shaw . . . : )
Copyright © Indiana Shaw | Year Posted 2020
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