Seahouses Methodist Chapel

As I stood singing amidst the choir in the altar of our Chapel as a child.. I can recall the feeling of such personal pride at it’s surrounding sheer beauty so beguile.. my Father and his family were all fine fishermen so our two boats memorabilia decorated the Chapel then.. I looked upon this representation as the local fisherfolk’s sacred shrine and as my Father owned boats well this holiness was mine

I often wander back to those happy days of old, every sunday morning the Chapel taught me stories to cherish and hold..I sang the occasional solo but was always singing in the choir.. listening to the Seahouses fisherman’s choir used to set my soul on fire ! these are my fond memories from when I was so young.. going home from Sunday school and singing hymns with my Father’s tongue.. those certainly wer’e the days my friend but like all good times from one’s childhood, alas they had to end