23/10/2019
Exactly 10 years ago this week, we tentatively dipped our toes into the guesthouse business.
Jules and I struck a deal as the house was too big for just the two of us; she was keen to sell up, I on the other hand, was keen to stay.
“Why don’t I set this place up as a B’n’B and see what happens?”
Our first guest was Tom, a neighbour’s cousin who needed a place to stay during the working week for a month or so.
Back then, the idea was to host business people visiting the town and only during the week.
We gently pottered along for a year or so. I’d make evening meals for our guests; as hard as it is to imagine now, there were no places to eat in Seaham. The meals ended when a rather direct chap likened by cauliflower and walnut soup to wallpaper sizing.
The £10 per person for three courses and wine was not worth the insult to my culinary sensibilities.
It was July 2010 when two American ladies booked in to stay.
Both we’re coming to Seaham to “walk along our beaches”.
Why on earth would someone travel so far to do that?
They would tell us of “seaglass” a term I’d never heard before,
“You mean the glass pebbles on the beach that I call Julie-Diamonds?”
Both ladies each day would return with colours, shapes and sizes the likes of which I’d never seen in over 40 years of wandering the beach.
A ripple turned to a friendly tsunami.
Since then we have been blessed with countless seaglass hunters, many who’ve returned time and time again.
Then there’s all those folks who have stayed visiting family, returning home, fetching the ashes of loved ones back to our town, on pilgrimage to walk down the same streets their emigrating great, great grandparents trod. They came to visit the world famous Tommy statue, to house hunt, or as European cyclists who randomly appeared, soaked-through, looking for refuge.
We’ve loved accommodating fabulous people from all over the world.
Americans, British, Austrailians, Germans, French, Dutch, Italian, Russian and more nationalities have sat around our table. With few exceptions we have shared warm, kind time together.
Our dining table has been a place of unity, laughter and sometimes tears, guests safe in the company of friendly strangers, free to voice troubles. But it’s the laughs which have soaked into our walls.
One day I’ll write some stories down of our time running Eastshaw.
I’ve have truly loved the experience of offering shelter and food to our guests.
There are very few jobs (I don’t really view it as work, but you know what I mean), very few occupations where you will meet as strangers and after a few days leave company with a worthwhile bond.
It’s time for a change, Jules has kept her part of the deal and it’s time to keep mine.
So thank you all. It’s been such a special journey.
If you’re passing, please pop in for a cuppa.
Btw, St Cuthberts cottage is not closing. ❤️. https://m.facebook.com/StCuthbertscottage/
We will hopefully see you down the road. X