Cliff

I went down to the Gateshead office where I found an air of world-weariness with a touch of mild hysteria bubbling under. It's a sair fecht, as they say further north. After doing my work and popping in to the library on my way back to the station, I enjoyed the view out of the sea-ward side of the train. I'm sure I've blipped this ruin before - it must have been the first/last house in Scotland at some point in the past.

I saw that there was a new database of arrested suffragettes available, so I checked up for my political auntie Edith , but it seems that she must have escaped the attentions of the polis.