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Fisherman's Hut

A pigeon loft on the protected building list!

We should add a Fishermans hut they will all be missed.

They are built around the docks hung with nets and pots,

That are repaired and stacked for the next tidal slot.

The smell of fresh fish and tarred rope in the air,

Lots to sell and some spire.

Boats are moved and huts come down,

Progress changes Seaham town.

Replaced by cafés and sailing boats,

No more lobster pots with coloured floats.

Improvements are made so we can move on,

What can we save before it’s all gone?

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john-ryles
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Apr 21, 2010
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