A Place Beyond The Priory

 "A Place Beyond the Priory " This is a story about Life in North Shields during the 1900's-1920's Tom Farrow is a third generation coble fisherman, Who meets and falls in love with a young herring girl who has travelled from the isle of Barra in the outer Hebrides looking for work. Margaret Linnie, her two friends Kerstin McDonald and Beth Munro all end up on the gutting line in Tyne Brand - their unscrupulous foreman Albert Mortimer treats all the girls on the line like animals including his wife Lizzie who bares him 11 children. forced into a marriage she did not want, Lizzie is abused by Albert for his own sexual gratification. She was in love with a young Greek boy called Leonidas Kostalas whom she had known from her days at school and lost her virginity to but her father will not allow them to marry- this is a story of love and betrayal and will keep you riveted until the last page is read.

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There was a full length mirror in the room and he saw Iris as she undressed; her panties came down as she took off her skirt and he could see the triangle of hair between her legs. He wanted to turn away but couldn’t, he was inexorably drawn to her. She pulled up the white coloured briefs then put on the hiking pants. Her bosom was swollen and he feared that they would burst free from her brassier at any moment as she bent over. He managed to turn away after she slipped the woollen Jumper over her head.

His embarrassment apparent as he walked out of the passage and back to the library

He covered the bulge in his trousers and began to read book titles in an effort to make it disappear.

This was the first time that he’d felt physically aroused since being ordained. He felt a sense of both guilt and sheer excitement as he played the scene over in his mind. He’d never seen a naked woman before and it made him feel very strange, his heart was racing and he felt sweat forming on his brow. He saw her again in his mind and her long naked thighs flashed before him round and firm; they tapered down to her slender calves and her elegant feet.

 

“Stop it; he heard himself say out loud.’

“Stop what asked Iris asked as she came into the lounge.

“I was just in silent prayer Mrs Williamson’

It didn’t sound like silent prayer from where I was just standing.’

“Sorry I have a tendency to think out loud sometimes.’

“Well I’m ready, how do I look?’

“You look warmer than you were when you first came in he laughed,’

 They thanked Ailsa and told her they would be back at seven.

“We may have to cut short our visit to Lindisfarne but at least we can go back another day if people wish to.’

 When they got to the gift shop some of the women were sampling the mead; it was a honey flavoured beer made famous by the monks who brewed it on the island.

Some were placing Fudge and toffees into their bags that they had bought for their grand children. “Is everyone ready then asked Father Peter as Olive Pettigrew came out of the shop carrying a bottle of mead.

“It not for me Father Peter; it’s for my husband.’

“That’s fine Mrs Pettigrew; God is not going to punish you for buying your husband a gift.’

They headed off towards the church ruins; the wind was a little stronger than it was half an hour before. They walked across the damp grass which was squidgy under foot. It was a good job that Iris had boots on she thought as they walked towards the red colour stone building of the church and monastery. The large arch way that must have been the main hall in its centre with what looked like castle keeps at each end.

The remnants of a grey stoned wall surrounded the church. They saw the dilapidated gravestones where the weather had worn away the inscriptions over the centuries.

There was a statue of St Aidan that they did look at.

 When every one had walked around the ruin they made their way to the causeway that would lead to Lindisfarne castle. It was a good walk and when they reached it they were surprised at how big it was. The leaded window panes led them all to a wooden door. The building looked more like it had been carved from solid rock because of the shape of the ceilings. The archways as you walked through into a huge hall with oak beams above. There was armour and weapons of the time against the wall. Coats of arms hung on the walls and because of the restoration it gave you a feel 

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