7000cman
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In my early teens I used to pile into the back of my dads Morris Mini Van (which actually had a cooper engine in it), my dad and his mate in the front, l used to fight for space between the rods, tackle boxes and bait, the van smelt of oil, leather seats fish, and it seemed to scream along. I would see the world flash past through the grubby back window and would always get excited as we sped past Tyne Dock. In those days Mill Dam still had the old ferry landing, the cinema/theatre, (Customs House), was still in a state of abandonment and corrugated steel loosely shuttered most of the downstairs windows, on cold winters nights you could shelter in the ruins and keep out of the wintry blasts that wound their way seaward from the Tyne, it was always handy for a quick call of nature, although to be honest inside the old custom building used to scare the living daylights out of me. Fishing was always reasonable both day and night and the Tyne seemed busy, the Bessie Surtees making the odd appearance, as she worked her way to Stella power station, (now long gone), and back out to sea on her loaded return. Mill Dam was alway a reasonable spot then, especially if the pier (South Shields) was busy or when the weather had blown all but the foolish or brave from the end of the aforementioned pier. Thirty five years later l still fish Mill Dam, it is no way near as prolific as it once was, (but where is these days), the place seems a lot more snaggy than it was in the past and at times. , (especially blank times), I am sure I only fish it for old times sake