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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Arnold Brice was the governor of Her Majesty’s Prison in Durham. He prided himself on its reputation and did not suffer fools gladly.’

“When Jeffery Worthington and Kelvin Williamson came before him he knew he had a problem on his hands. Child molesters and sexual perverts were strictly dealt with by other inmates and it wouldn’t take them long before the word got out.

The two men were made to strip off their civilian clothes they had to be showered de- loused and then ordered by the prison guards to put on the blue and white striped shirt, grey trousers and black plimsolls. They were led onto A’ wing; where they were placed with other convicts. “They were now mixing with some of the most hardened criminals in Britain. Some had known nothing else in their miserable lives but crime. They had gone through approved schools, borstal and finally ended up in Jail.’

“Some men just never learn said Arnold Brice when he was first introduced to the two ex solicitors.

“Keep you’re noses clean in here and you could be out in five years with good behaviour.’

Five years thought Jeffery it didn’t sound long when it was said fast. But each day on remand felt like a lifetime. Everything was governed by time and routine. They were woken at 6am every morning where they had to make up their bunks in a specialised way. All bedding had to be neatly folded along with their work kit which included razor, a white plastic beaker, toothbrush, and plastic piss pot. The cell was eight feet by six it held two bunks; one small desk with two draws with two cupboards. In the cell there was a pin board covered in naked ladies from an American adult magazine by Reuben Sturman. There was a wooden shelf fixed to the corner of the room to house the razor, toothbrush, and other toiletries. One toilet roll was shared by both inmates and had to be bought out of the money they earned or managed to smuggle into the cells. There was always someone prepared to get you something if the price was right. Kelvin was hoping that he and Jeffery would be in the same cell together but they weren’t Kelvin was some way down from his lover.

In the cell with Jeffery was a huge black guy called Nathan Peters.

 He had heard of him as the case had come to crown court he was convicted of murder after he punched a man senseless in a night club in Newcastle’s West end.

Nathan had a speech impediment and rarely spoke to anyone. He was a bouncer on the door of the Black Pearl a well known dancehall and night club.

Jack Bennet who was a well known thief and fence walked up to the door of the Black Pearl  on the 2nd of December 1920 he tried to pass without paying and Nathan stopped him.

Y… ain’t getting in, wi out payin Mr.

“WW… What;

“I… I said y…ain’t gettin’ in.’

“That’s easy for you to say; but I’m going in whether you like it or not.’ Do you know who I am.’

“Yeah I… know y-you.’

Jack Bennet came with two henchmen Paul Thatcher an ex pro heavyweight boxer and Howard Collins who had a black belt in Karate.

They walked towards Nathan who kept an eye on both of them. Nathan had fought in the boxing booths on the town moor. He was naturally strong and possessed a punch in either hand. He stood six feet five in his bare feet and weighted two hundred and 

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