Memories of old Amble

Posted on 22nd October 2010 | in Community , Heritage & Tourism

Fighter planes flying from R.A.F. Acklington.
Miners returning along the links from Hauxley, blackened by coal dust.
Hill sixty much taller then.

One of the first radio location ‘Radar’ masts near the hill.
Tank traps and lots of barbed wire, eventually dumped in the quarry.
Marked minefields along the links.

Army billets opposite the granary and a large gun on the front.
Another army billet below the cliff house again with a large gun facing the harbour.
Ned’s café, formerly the old golf club next to the East Cemetery.

The Lord Mayors camp full of Russians.

The harbour full of coal boats with their barrage balloons dancing in the wind.
The tug and the dredger.
The R.A.F. rescue station across the north side.
The old little shore, much better then, full of mothers and children.

Swimming in the bottomless quarry.
Jumping down the Salt Pan Sand hills.
Fishing for sprats in the “houses of parliament” under the pier at the little shore.

Swimming in the dock to a large audience and jumping off the staithes and the dolphin.
Drying off in one of the extremely hot brick kilns in the long gone brick yard.
In those days for some old custom you had to have a swim by Easter, it was always freezing.

The fish market with all the fish displayed.
Molly Baldwin’s concerts.
Tommy Alder the school masters singing lessons, not enjoyed then but the songs fondly remembered now.

Buying a dash ‘beer and lemonade’ at Aggies Harbour Inn.
Matthews boat yard.
Carse’s stone yard next door at the right of the show ground.
At the show ground itself, taking up both sides of the road at Amble feast, full of amusements and rides and of the course the older men drinking and attempting to climb the greasy pole down the harbour.

The Gut was a great dirty muddy place to look for crabs with steppy stones across to the Braid.
Beauchamp’s field beside the Gut, a great place to explore and to climb past the sawmills to the Warkworth road.
The Wesleyan church on High Street for Sunday school and where the great Brian Nun started the seeds of the Boys Club.

The Boys Club where the fish shop is now, with Jock in the canteen, a library, billiard room, gym and a work shop for the then modern plastic. Brian Nun formed a boxing team, swimming team, football teams and even a drama group. There was also a hot tub full of boys with an infra red and ultraviolet lamp to keep us healthy. A well attended venue was the tented camp across the Black Bridge. Brain was a true leader often at his own expense.

The Dead Mans hut below the Club.
We climbed among the uncompleted building work in the new school in South Avenue.

There was bird nesting expeditions up the Green Lonnen, not PC now, and at the right time scrumping for all sorts of produce all over but especially Warkworth.
Cycling to Ashington baths, tucking in behind the number 10 United bus to be sucked along quicker.
Waiting for ages to cross the line avoiding the tankies at Percy Street.

The memories along with the changes are probably endless and can no doubt be amended or added to.
Though initially the war was on it was still an exciting and enjoyable time for a young boy.
I haven’t lived in Amble for forty years but still have happy memories of a long ago childhood.

Des Thirtle

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5 thoughts on "Memories of old Amble"

  1. Trevor Lundgren says:

    My dad is Eddie Lundgren from Amble(b1931) and mother Irene from “the drift” (b.1932).
    They both have fond memories of Brian Nunn and the boys club too – even I met him
    I remember Sandra Thirtle at school – are you her father?
    I was born in 1955 and left Amble in 1968 when my parents moved down south – they have now retired to Alnwick but I am still living in Herfordshire.
    It was good to read your memories.

    1. Peter Cannon says:

      Des Fond Memories of Granma and granda Thirtle My Brothers michaels ‘God Parents, Living opposite to us in Leslie Drive, Granda Thirtle with his garden and trumpet?, Ganma with her ginger men and teddies,
      Met a relative earlier this month on cruise ship, Your Dad n Mum lived in Ivy Street, Granma (Michael and I always called them By those titles)Thirtle was a very good fried of my mum. My Older Brothers are John And Jimmy .

      1. guy turnbull says:

        peter how are jimmy and john doing i was at school with them my sister sees him but i left amble in 1959 to join the army i go regular but i,ve not seen them,

    2. des thirtle says:

      Yes Trevor I am Sandra’s dad who was also born in 1955, and I have known your mam [ Rene Walker] and dad since the 1940’s and in fact visited them at their home in Alnwick. last year. I moved from Amble over forty years ago finaly settling in darlington You may also remember two of my other six daughters near your age Angela and Debra

  2. Dennis Cullingworth says:

    my father John Andrew Cullingworth was born in 1891 & in the 1920s he was a jockey I have a photo of him on a horse named Hard Times at the Amble feast. He rode under the name Cullen. I am 86 & know very little of his racing history.I suspect in those days there were races around the area such as Morpeth & Alnwick etc. races which no longer exist. How I wish I asked him more about his story & his first world war experiences in Russia & Siberia.I was wondering when the amble feast was discontinued?

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