Beadnell, The Harbour c.1955
Memories of Beadnell, the Harbour c1955
I trained racehorses on this beach from 1967 t0 1970. My stable was behind Beadnell House Hotel and I and my family lived just off Swinhoe Road in a cottage which was just behind the Dunes. Happy days. I also spent many a family holiday in Bamburgh and Seahouses in my childhood, I had an uncle who was Golf Pro at the Seahouses Golf Club in the 1940s. I was born in Newcastle, my family moved to Richmond, Yorkshire in 1936 when I was 6 weeks old. My dad trained racehorses in Richmond unti 1951.
In the 1950s and early 1960s I was very fortunate to be a regular guest at Beach Court; week-ends, and Easter and summer holidays. In those days Beadnell was indeed like a suburb of newcastle, somewhere between Gosforth and Jesmond, and practically all one's friends would be there. Dorothy's café (sometimes with piano accompaniment courtesy of Nigel), sailing, swimming off the pier, Yacht Club regattas, Saturday night hops in the WI hut and later at The Hall, and a very long list of etceteras. Great days, great memories.
Used to live over the cafe, then downstairs when it was closed and made into a flat; the younger two of our four sons were born there (one upstairs and one downstairs!). our two eldest boys went to the village school, and used to play football with Rev. Eric Zachau in the paddock behind the school. I delivered Christmas mail one year around the village and along Harbour Road; we were there in the awful winter when the sea froze along Beadnell Bay. Remember the dear little Co-op shop at the top of Harbour road, and Charlie who was such a lovely chap, who managed it. Loved the place, loved the people, and only left when we migrated to Australia in 1967.
My name is Sean Sweet. I have many memories of Beadnell. My Grandparents owned a cottage near the harbour called Sandy Dell and later my parents had a static caravan on the links. Every summer seemed to be hot and sunny and we always had great adventures, and it always seemed as if we were the first people ever to set foot on the beach, and the first people to discover the long Nanny, and although tea times at home were boring, tea times at the caravan were fantastic - fish and chips from Seahouses. Although my family no longer have the cottage or the caravan I still return to Beadnell with my children and bore them with stories about the summers I had along that stretch of coast line. I will always have a place in my heart for that little fishing village.
As a child we owned Rose Cottage and would visit often. Our neighbour was a fisherman, these were fishermen's cottages. Once, as a boy, I was taken to meet the catch as it came in, possibly as early as 5.00 am. Crabs, lobsters, herring, mackerel, cod ... The stench of the harbour mud, the frotting waves against the harbour wall, fishing for minnows and sometime diving from the pier, rock-pooling along the point ... and cousins, second-cousins, aunts, great uncles and friends from school. This was Gosforth by the Sea in the 1960s. Returning in 2005 I found it surprisingly quiet and unspoilt, though the fishing boats have gone and few yachts anchor off - but the Long Nanny is there and the same seaweed and gulls.