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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

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