Great reviews for my memoir, TheRoadToCleethorpesPier

I am delighted to tell you that reaction to my new memoir has been very positive. I am currently receiving great reviews from readers who have bought and read the book.

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My Memoir Of Childhood ‘The Road to Cleethorpes Pier ‘

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This brings back 50s childhood memories of Washday Wednesdays at home in Lincolnshire, recalled by a poem in my memoir, out 20th May, ‘The Road to Cleethorpes Pier’. My Nan came to help my mum do the laundry and this was the equipment we needed! To read more fascinating anecdotes of post -war childhood

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Publication date draws near!

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I am thrilled to announce that my memoir of childhood ‘The Road to Cleethorpes Pier’ is due for publication May 2020 with Crumps Barn Studio. I am really excited about this project and I have very much enjoyed writing about growing up in a seaside town on the East coast of England in the 40s, 50s and 60s. It has brought back many memories, events still vivid in my memory as well as ones I had almost forgotten. Looking out old photos to include in the memoir has been a real joy, although many are grainy and need careful restoration.

I have chosen an unusual format for the book, a fusion of poetry and prose passages as a nod to the Japanese prosimetric from called Haibun. In its traditional form it is usually a travelogue Consisting of haiku ( a Japanese’s 5-7-5 short verse form ) and prose – but I have adapted this to my own format.


Last August I revisited Cleethorpes and did some photography on the sea front. Much has changed over the years but some things are still the same. Here are a couple of photos I took from the promenade. As the resort lies at the mouth of the River Humber, a tidal river, the sea only comes up to the beach at high tide but is otherwise absent. Tourists are surprised if they arrive at low tide and cannot see the sea. The tide was out in these photos, hence no water in view.

Cleethorpes traditionally boasted five miles of golden sand. It has long been the resort of choice for holidaymakers and day -trippers from the Midlands and Yorkshire. It forms a conurbation with the larger town of Grimsby to the north, famous for its fishing industry.

photos of Cleethorpes beach showing a breakwater and the pier ( tide out)

The Road to Cleethorpes Pier

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This is my latest project – a poetry memoir of childhood and adolescence growing up in Cleethorpes, Lincolnshire.

I have been looking out old photographs from the late 1940s /early 50s and I was forcibly struck by how “ Victorian” they look. Everyone seemed to wear a hat and suit, even on relaxed occasions. The pram in the photo looks ancient. I remember that my mum pushed me around in something called a Tansad – a cross between a pram and a pushchair, made by the Tansad company, hence the name, and widely in use at that time.

ON THE BEACH WITH MICHAEL.

The adverts for Cleethorpes boasted
five miles of glorious golden sand –
no mention of the biting East wind!

The Meggies*were always a hardy bunch –
a daily dose of mind-numbing fresh air
an absolute must for the health-conscious locals.

My mum and friends believed in bracing walks.
She would push me in the old Tansad**along the Kingsway –
fine when I didn’t have to share it with Michael!

Oh how I hated him, loud, impatient, whiny,
sharing the pram with a boy was humiliating.
The only recompense a choc-ice at the end,

bought from Mr Oliphant’s open-all-hours shop
crammed with buckets, spades and kiss-me-quick hats
exuding cheerful optimism on the sea-front

Familiarity breeds contempt, they say. How true!
It is only now, living as I do in a landlocked place,
that I find myself frequently craving the wildness of the seashore

*Meggies – folk originating from Cleethorpes. The origin of the term is disputed.
**Tansad – a type of pushchair with adjustable footboard in use
in the 1940s/50s. Tansad became a generic name for a baby buggy