“I like that idea; maybe we can walk along the promenade if it is not too cold for you.’
“I think I will survive said Muriel.
“We can call in to the tea shop in Cullercoats if you don’t mind walking that far or we could take the tram.’
“I am fine walking with you.’
“I hoped that you would say that said Edward; I do have my umbrella with me if the weather does take a turn for the worst.’
Edward led the way to the chip shop and asked for a portion of chips that were wrapped in newspaper after being seasoned with salt and vinegar.
Edward carried the cone of chips; they shared them as they walked past the Priory Castle and along past the Tynemouth swimming pool. Can you swim asked Edward?’
“Yes said Muriel, my father taught me at the beach next to the fish quay.’
“Oh, it’s a bit dirty down there; I learned at the jubilee baths.’
“You big softy; isn’t the water warm in there.’
“Warmer than the sea yes, he laughed.’
“You are more likely to drown at sea not in a swimming pool.’
“You are right of course; but I can swim in the sea as well he added.’
“Do you ever go to the plaza Muriel?’
“No I have never been?’
“Would you like to come with me tonight?’
“Tonight; I don’t know about that.’ Muriel only had the one decent dress and she was wearing it.’
“We could always go to the picture house; it would be far cheaper too.’
“Do you think that I have no money Muriel?’ I am well paid in my job plus I have my army pension also you know.’
“I am not that good a dancer she lied.’
Okay, then we can go to the Carlton if you like; do you know what is showing? “My brother James went to see the Sheik with Rudolph Valentino; we could go and watch that; but I am easy; what ever you would like to watch I will go and see with you.’ Have you read Bleak House by Charles Dickens because that is what is being shown tonight?’
“No not yet; but I have heard of the book.’
“I have a copy in my library at home. I will loan it to you to read.’
“Thank you Edward, you are very kind.’
They crossed the road once they had reached Cullercoats bay. The tea shop wasn’t far away and Edward held the door for her so she could get in.
He pulled out the chair and she sat down. They had walked a good mile and a half and Muriel was ready for a sit down.
“Could we have a pot of tea please Miss?’
“Would you like anything else sir?’
“Would you like a scone with jam and cream?’
“No thank you; but you go ahead if you would like one.’
“No thanks; the tea will be fine.’
The young girl brewed them a pot of tea which cost them tuppence.
They drank out of bone china cups; something that was reserved in her home for special guests.
“The tea tasted better in them she thought.’