The last house in Newcastle to get electricity was probably a house near Brandling Park. I went out for a run today and headed up towards Jesmond. I've run through Brandling park many times but I did not realise that this was close to where my great grandmother lived up in the 1970s. I remember going to her house when I was very young and it was quite scary experience - a dark room shrouded with heavy black curtains. There was a huge cast iron fireplace range - just like something you would see in the houses at Beamish museum.
Her house was next to the Royal Grammar School and I remember her giving me a rugby ball which she had confiscated after it had landed in her garden. Also nearby was a Dunlop factory or offices at which my mother used to work. I couldn't identify the house and I definitely remember this alleyway be in the Terrace.
Not an entirely random name for a blog, but close. I am not a goat herder - in the usual meaning of that word; nor does the Urban Dictionary definition apply to me either (for a decade at least): an extremely drunk male who having lost all self-respect and standards, loses his powers of discrimination when pulling females. It is said that Gateshead derives its name from a settlement near an early Tyne crossing where goats once roamed. The goats are long gone, but me - I like to roam these parts - or rather run - exploring new places, rediscovering old ones in and around Gateshead and Newcastle when I'm out jogging. This blog is a collection of my photos, thoughts, observations, rants, loves and hates about Newcastle and Gateshead.
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