The Black Middens are a shelf of rock off Tynemouth, notorious for drawing ships on to them and sinking them. In a dream, a jet black steam train emerges from the North Sea at South Shields laden with anthracite coal flanked by hills of coal in the sea.
The interpretation of this dream: A wish, a deep desire for Resurection, expressed through the visual imagination of an eight year old boy in 1963.
There is nowhere in the world quite like South Shields Beach: The quickly bracing wind and the purity and cleanliness of white rock, so necessary. The elemental seascape in silences.
The arctic weather sweeps in from the North directly off the North Sea making it more maritime and pure cold than say Kincardinshire.
Clouds arrive here as individuals and there is nothing quite like a cloud over Primrose or Tyne Dock.
Durham was stripped of coal and steel but there is still coal under the North Sea.