This is a travelogue/memoir through space and time, from the seaside resorts of Whitley Bay and Tynemouth and the shipyards of the river Tyne in my childhood years of the 1950's and 1960's, to the 19th century coalfields of County Durham and on to the smugglers and coastguards of the far north east coast. I enlist the help of my ancestors, my genetic memories and a host of characters encountered on the way to help me discover if my northern blood sings to me of home. It is a light, humourous adventure, with a sprinkling of existential thoughts for good measure. Comments in the margins are welcome, and if you like it please do vote!
A person's life is shaped and moulded around their history and their future. Their memories and secrets create the person that they are, and their hopes and dreams create the person that they are destined to be. But what if you had no memories or secrets, no hopes or dreams. What if you lived namelessly, forgetting everything you knew every few days. Imagine if you had to find out who you were, where you were, and what your purpose was, and then try to live a normal life, despite not even knowing your own name. You're about to read the story of a girl who plans to do exactly that, before she has another blackout.