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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Tom made sure each woman got on board safely before starting the engine He had filled the tank to capacity and had spare in case they needed more. There were tools on board in case the engine packed up. The women sat under the canopy of the boat as Tom took the Outcast towards the piers. Behind them tugs were pulling the Braemar out on the Southside of the Tyne. They would beat her out; a small flotilla of fishing boats followed them as the high tide took them out.

Tom turned the Outcast to a northerly direction then took hold of the tiller. Margaret poured them all tea from the canteen and handed them around we will empty the pots and re- bait them said Tom or someone may steal them. They got the baskets ready to fill once the pots were brought on board. We can sell some of the crabs and lobsters to the Islanders and give some to your families.’

They were five miles out now and Tom told Chris to keep his eyes peeled.’

“There it is skipper said Chris as he reached for the gaff he hooked it expertly and pulled it towards the boat Steve and him worked in tandem as one pot was emptied Steve re-baited it ready to go back out.

Again both strings produced a good harvest. There were only three hen lobsters that had to go back and the crab haul wasn’t bad either.

It began to rain so the girls got under cover of the tarpaulin the men put on their Souwester then sat back down as the rain bounced off them.

By ten o’clock they had travelled forty miles. They saw a few trawlers and drift netter’s fishing and gave them a wave as they passed.

“What time will we reach Barra asked Bethany Munro?’

“Around seven o’clock tomorrow morning if we can get a good tail wind possibly sooner. Tom put up the sail and the wind filled it to capacity. It was raining hard now but it didn’t seem to bother the men who just carried on.

Which way are we going asked Chris?’

“We will keep to the shore line in case the weather turns nasty. We can follow the coast along from Eyemouth to Cape Wrath once we get around there then we can make good speed past the Isle of Skye and then onto Barra.

It’s a good job that we made plenty of food isn’t it.

Kerstin was feeling too good’ she had sea sickness as well as being pregnant. The smell from the diesel engine wasn’t helping matters. “Drink some tea said Steve that will keep you hydrated. Kerstin couldn’t stomach anything. After and they surged forward; the rocking of the boat for another hour, Kerstin voided her porridge that she’d eaten that morning. You must drink some water said Margaret and she forced Kerstin to keep drinking every ten minutes or so.

They saw the harbour at Eyemouth and Tom asked Kerstin if she wanted to stop so they could get something to quell her sea sickness. Margaret had some ginger biscuits and told her to eat one as that would settle her stomach. She forced it down.’

The ginger seemed to soothe the pain that was in her stomach and it wasn’t long after that she was able to eat a sandwich. Steve needed to use the toilet and he felt no shame in just undoing his trousers and urinating over the side of the boat. The girls on the other hand had to go into a large bucket inside the tarpaulin. There was enough cover to hide anyone’s embarrassment. It was emptied into the sea once it had been used because that is where the lasses would be using the inside to sleep that night.

The three men would take turns to get some shut eye later. When the reached Stone haven Tom refuelled He used a funnel and a petrol tank to refill the boat. Once done, they were off again. The next port of call would be Duncansby after Portsay they 

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