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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“Father Peter prayed for Iris as well as himself because he felt closeness towards this woman; she haunted his every thought. He had to suppress these impure thoughts he was having. It was after twelve when the priest returned to his room. He saw the light under Iris’s room was still on; he walked slowly towards it and his hand went out to knock on the door but thought better of it then went to his own room.


At breakfast there was a silence between Iris and Peter as they came to the table.

“Are you not going to eat something Iris, the priest said finally?’ “We have a good walk again today and you will need to keep your strength up.’

“No Father, I am not hungry thank you.’

The truth was he wasn’t hungry either but forced himself to eat a slice of toast.’

Iris drank several cups of tea before excusing herself to get ready to go out.

Today the coach was taking them to Bambrough Castle.

Iris sat at the back of the coach as usual but Peter chose to sit among the old ladies well away from Iris. He took out his map and showed them where the coach would be stopping and the walk that they would make. “There is a nice little pub in the village called the “Apple Core” where they can eat lunch.’

“Lovely said Audrey Watson walking does give one an appetite don’t you think.’

  “Yes, it does Mrs Watson.’

“The coach got under way; the journey would only take them half an hour at the most and the ladies were chattering away as Iris stared out of the window. It had not gone unnoticed by Father Peter who glanced across.’

“She looked very sad, the smile and the sparkle that was in her eyes had disappeared.

The priest went and sat down beside her he took her hand unashamedly and asked if she had prayed.’

“Yes; I was praying throughout the night Father.’

“Good, everything will turn out right you’ll see; the lord is always guiding us.




The black Ford drove along the bottom of West Percy Road the driver looked out as a group of children were playing.’

He stopped the car and wound down the window.’

“Here boys do you know where the park is?’

One boy approached the car, he was like many kids brought up in squalor, he wore a woollen jumper with holes at the elbow and the shorts he had on were miles too big for him. He had a pair of sand slippers on his feet with no socks as he got to the window of the car he poked his head inside and looked at the man in the well tailored suit and brown trilby hat.’

“I know where the reservoir park is Mister.’

“Well there’s ten bob for you if you can take me there.’

“Giz the money first said the young boy.’

“The man went into his pocket; he gave the boy five shillings then told him that once he’d showed him where it was then he would then give him a ten bob note.’

Alright it’s not far from here.’

“You will have to get in and show me because I’m not from the area and I might get lost. I will bring you back don’t worry.’

“Alright, but I cannot be long because my fatha’ will skin me if I don’t.’

The boy got into the car and it sped away.’

Now how far is this park; I have to meet my daughter there.’

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