Short Trip To Cullercoats Heaven

SHORT TRIP TO CULLERCOATS HEAVEN Summer day in Gateshead grim Go with limping uncle John Leave the slums and factories dim. Train to Cullercoats on our own. Steep cliff steps and sandy ramps But cliff-edge binoculars explore - Though his lost leg gives him cramps - My sandy-play and the wreck offshore. Appetites from cool breeze salty Gravy ducks * then stand in door Of pub-wood polished, shiny, malty - One lemonade - or maybe more. Pocket-sand home now, and shell, To extend the joy for a time, Thru dark train tunnels back to hell Across the river in Gateshead’s grime. Note : *A gravy duck was a meatball dipped in savoury sauce, extremely tasty