As darkness fell Terry would go into his Shakespeare fishing tackle box and fix his headlamp on so that he could bait up. He had everything, a huge flask of hot coffee
Sandwiches and pies and a good supply of wragg worm from Temples in Whitley Bay.
On cold nights he could sit in his truck watching his tip light for that tell tale tap, tap.
Then he would wait and then strike and then bring in his catch. Terry entered all the competitions and was a regular at the Tynemouth open where hundreds of anglers from the northeast competed for a trophy and some great prizes. He had won it on two occasions with two fish weighting twenty two pounds four ounces.
Terry sat with his copy of the sea angler reading articles from local lads who fished all over the country just like him. Next Saturday he would be fishing at Balcarry Point in Scotland. It was a famous spot for some monster cod up weighing to thirty pounds. Terry always got excited about fishing competitions as he had won over a thousand pounds in prize money over the years, several coloured television sets, reels and other fishing merchandise which he had sold. He wished that they would offer a washing machine as a prize but to date there wasn’t one. Tonight he was fishing with his mate Sam Harris who was a regular contributor to the Evening Chronicle and Shields Weekly News columns in Eyemouth. The golf course nearby; was a good mark for cod.
Further along Mrs Oliver sat with her daughter Helen as the washer went into its rinse cycle.’ Mrs Oliver lived in Oakwood Avenue and she met her friend Betty White who also came to do her washing on a Friday.
Betty could be seen walking up with her shopping trolley bag. She would often call into George Cummings butcher shop first and get some pork sandwiches with everything on them; then go to the post office and collect her family allowance, buy some TV licence stamps and send off a parcel of books to her friend in Canada.’
Once she was finished she crossed the road and went into the chemist to pick up a Twink perm solution for her hair; some Germaline and a pack of Dr Whites sanitary towels. The woman behind the counter wrapped up the towels in some brown paper so that they were more discrete then handed them to Betty. She then paid for her goods and made her way to the Launderette.
She entered the door then found a washer placed the whites in it along with some Oxydol washing powder that she had always used; she placed the two fifty pence pieces in the slot then pushed it in before sitting next to her friend.
“How have you been asked Margaret Oliver?’
“I’m flooded off my feet Margaret; I’ve just had to go next door to the chemist shop for you know.’ she mouthed the words sanitary towels without a sound.’
Both women sat with their arms folded under their bosoms and propped them up as they spoke.’
“Well I’m going through the change and I’m sweating like a bloody bull.’
“Whey I told wor Billy and he hasn’t got a clue what us women go through yer na.’
“Aye you’ve got it all to come to Helen; said Betty as she went into her bag and pulled out the paper bag with the pork sandwiches inside and offered them to her friend and Helen.’
Thanks’ Betty; it’s my turn next week.’
They took a bite from the sandwiches that were still warm and they were delicious.
Could we have three cups of tea Jenny please asked Margaret?’
Give me a minute Margaret until I fold this washing from the drier.’
“No hurry love.’