Local News & Opinion Pieces
Tynemouth Should Celebrate St Oswin’s Day
Why shouldn’t the Village capitalise on something novel like this that puts Tynemouth on the map and puts a smile on people’s faces?
8 Ways to Improve Prior’s Haven
12th Feb 2025
Forgotten or taken for granted by many, here’s how this little gem of a cove could really shine as it should.
PenBal Is Now Trading at Tynemouth Market
1st Feb 2025
Check out Luan’s stall with a choice range of quality Tynemouth themed merchandise.
Housebuilding started over the North Walbottle Romano-British Enclosure
13th Jan 2025
Housebuilding has started over the North Walbottle Romano-British Enclosure, opposite Abbey Grange. Historic Environment Record number: 1318. During the Iron Age this land contained at least 40 roundhouses.
Roman Stones Missing from Mill Dam Roundabout, South Shields
6th Jan 2025 by Luan Hanratty and Gary Holland
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No air-built castles, and no fairy bowers,
But thou, fair Tynemouth, and thy well-known towers,
Now bid th’ historic muse explore the maze
Of long past years, and tales of other days.
Pride of Northumbria!—from thy crowded port,
Where Europe’s brave commercial sons resort,
Her boasted mines send forth their sable stores,
To buy the varied wealth of distant shores.
Here the tall lighthouse, bold in spiral height,
Glads with its welcome beam the seaman’s sight.
Here, too, the firm redoubt, the rampart’s length,
The death-fraught cannon, and the bastion’s strength,
Hang frowning o’er the briny deep below,
To guard the coast against th’ invading foe.
Here health salubrious spreads her balmy wings,
And woos the sufferer to her saline springs;
And, here the antiquarian strays around
The ruin’d abbey, and its sacred ground.
Jane Harvey
From ‘The Castle of Tynemouth. A Tale’ (1806)
Photograph: Lee Stoneman
Photograph: Lee Stoneman
No air-built castles, and no fairy bowers,
But thou, fair Tynemouth, and thy well-known towers,
Now bid th’ historic muse explore the maze
Of long past years, and tales of other days.
Pride of Northumbria!—from thy crowded port,
Where Europe’s brave commercial sons resort,
Her boasted mines send forth their sable stores,
To buy the varied wealth of distant shores.
Here the tall lighthouse, bold in spiral height,
Glads with its welcome beam the seaman’s sight.
Here, too, the firm redoubt, the rampart’s length,
The death-fraught cannon, and the bastion’s strength,
Hang frowning o’er the briny deep below,
To guard the coast against th’ invading foe.
Here health salubrious spreads her balmy wings,
And woos the sufferer to her saline springs;
And, here the antiquarian strays around
The ruin’d abbey, and its sacred ground.
Jane Harvey
From ‘The Castle of Tynemouth. A Tale’ (1806)
