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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“Does she wear glasses because I was just shaking the drops off?

“Anyway we are going to have to charge you with exposing yourself in a public place.

“You’re bloody kidding me right.’ I get beaten within an inch of my life; I’ve lost both legs and my hands and cheek bones are broken and you want to do me for exposure.’

“Well you just nicked yourself by your own admission to the offence, Constable Carr and I just heard you.’

“Don’t tell me you’ve never been caught short before.’

“Yes, but we don’t go exposing ourselves to the neighbours. Alright maybe we can forget the exposure charge and the fact you were seen masturbating in public.

Just give us a description.’

One of them had tattoos on his hands.’

“What kind of tattoo’s?’ 

He had swifts on each thumb and love and hate on his fingers.’

 “That’s more like it Mr Mortimer; we have something to go on now.’

“That will be all for now; but we may need to speak to you again once we’ve conducted all of our inquiries.’

Mortimer was pleased when they left and was even more pleased that his wife and kids were in the waiting room whilst he was being questioned. The screens around his bed were opened by Lizzie.’

“What did they want?’

“Just routine questions love he lied.’

“Have they caught the men who did this to you?’

“No not yet but I’m sure that they will.’

In Smiths dock that morning Alan and Bob Robson returned the hammers they had borrowed. They had washed the blood and bone splinters from them and then rubbed the fingerprints from the handles. Using gloves the hammers were returned to the tool boxes.

Neither man spoke of the incident and just went about their work as if nothing had happened.

“Everyone had heard about the “Wanker in the Lane,’ as Mrs Oliver told everyone in the post office and by lunchtime it was right around Shields.

Four days later they rushed Albert down to surgery again. Gangrene had set in on both hands if they weren’t removed it would spread and kill him.’

Albert argued with Mr Wallace but it was no good; it had to be done.’

Gregory Wallace and his team scrubbed up then set about removing the first hand up to the elbow; they were working on the second when complications set in. Albert had a heart attack and was very weak.’

They had to abort the second amputation. They made Albert comfortable in a side ward. Mr Wallace explained that they would have to wait until Albert was strong enough to withstand another operation. As if they did it now he could die.’

“Is he not going to die anyway?’

“The gangrene is spreading Mrs Mortimer there’s not a lot I can do.’ I know his body cannot withstand anymore surgery at this time. He has been through a traumatic experience; all we can do now is pray and hope that the anti biotic drugs work.

“For another week Albert lived; though he never regained consciousness. He fell into a coma on the Sunday and was dead by eleven o’clock that evening.

The police said that it was now a murder inquiry and that they would do everything in their power to catch the two men responsible.

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