Tunnel in Jesmond Dene

Another tour of memories and stories of my brother. One of his friends who lives in Newcastle took me to the old quarry in Jesmond Dene where they used to climb. We also found John’s old flat in St George’s Terrace, over a restaurant which used to be an Indian place.

It is weird, really, that these guys all recognize me because I look so like my brother. Yet he died when he was 34, and I am now 75. I barely recognize most of them from their youthful photographs.