We circle around Peterlee
A “New Town” that’s older than me
It’s named for a miner
Not the old timers
Who sang “Welcome Home” on TV.
Seaham, we find, is the birthplace
Of Lady Byron who’s man was a head case
She lost half her cash
But left in a flash
Along with her Ada Lovelace
Lovelace was known for mathematics
And not for her sexual antics
They feared her demented
No computer invented
She wrote programs in personal semantics.
Seaburn was Lowry’s favourite location
Matchstick boys his peculiar fixation
But the Seaburn Casuals
Were not mere rascals
They trashed their club’s reputation.
Souter lighthouse provides a short break
Den spots some whales by their wake
But bless my socks
It’s just some rocks
An easy mistake to make.
(We intended to go on to Alnwick next day, but the weather forecast was horrible so we simply got the train back to Grimsby…)