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Mow when I am attacked I respond in kind .......simples.

Definitely not Third Street. Wrong type of windows (16 pane instead of four) and wrong number of upstairs windows. This picture shows two upstairs windows and one downstairs window per house. Third Street had one up and one down. Also, though I can't remember ever seeing Clifton Row from this 'front' side - this being reserved mostly for funerals -. this street seems rather long for Clifton Row and I always thought their gardens were across the street from the back door and behind the outside toilets. The old Howard Row or Yard Row springs to mind. Both were long running from the pit and to the social club. here's a map from 1947:

8mm film footage of the family when we lived in Netherton Colliery Village from around 1970 to 1973. Hope it brings back some good old memories.

There is a weird paradox in politics - they so often deliver the opposite to that expected.. Obama, the first black president, has presided over an increase in racial tensions Blair's 'Labour' government greatly widened the rich/poor divide Thatcher actually increased welfare spending Trump may be an odious narcissist, but he also knows how to run a business, which is a rare thing in US politics.

Ok Mow I'll carry on getting off my backside and trying to get things moving you carry on criticising from your armchair!

Looking at it again, Third Street had only 24 houses with two houses sharing one chimney stack - 12. These can be counted on aerial photos. The above photo has at least 14 stacks and they seem to be in poor condition as most of the pots are missing. I think this might just be Howard Row before it was demolished. It was there in 1947 as the map shows but it was gone when I was a small child in the early fifties, presumably demolished.

Excellent videos Damian. Foxy.......I see Davey was selling his stuff even then!

Thanks eggy. I'll get in touch with them.

Thanks Eggy. Nice article. See if you can get your hands on the poppy knitting pattern for me.

Thanks for the info Eggy, the video was taken between 1970 to 1973 so well over 40 yrs ago. It was one of my parents who mentioned the accident down the pit. We lived across the back lane from him so my parents would have known him well and my Dad also worked at the colliery.

Got a two minute clip of Bedlington Miners Picnic, I think it was 1971. Wish there was more to share, hope it brings back good memories.

Hi Eggy, share the video with anyone you like. My brother and I were very young so don't remember too much about Netherton Colliery Village, but what I do recall is playing mostly around Plessey Street where we lived and thats where the footage in the back lane was took. The scene where we are climbing on the multi coloured car owned by my Dad, was at the top of 3rd Street and was where the old doctors house used to be. The old lady in the footage was Tissy, not sure if I've spelled her name right but she lived on 3rd Street, just across the back lane from our house. She was a lovely lady and like a grandma to my brother and I. On Bonfire night she cooked us both a jacket potato covered in butter, baked in one of those old ovens built into an open coal fire and tasted lovely. I believe the guy who owned the motorbike we were sitting on in the film may have had an accident and died down the pit, I don't recall his name. The ride on the Raisbeck coach was my first day at school which was in Nedderton village just up the road from Netherton Lane. Des was upset and crying in the film because he thought it was his first day at school also, we were inseparable as kids and weren't used to being apart. The second bus ride was Des's first day at school. The picture I've attached is me and my brother Des playing in the yard when we lived at Plessey street.

I may have found it! Having nothing better to do on a sunny day like today I've gone through all 741 pages of the 1911 census for Bedlington, District 2. It started in Netherton Colliery (where I was surprised not to find a Plessey Street but a "2nd Second Street") before moving on to Bedlington and the Mason's Arms Inn. It then took me for a walk up the High Street (as it was called than), down Glebe Road, up and down a great number of side streets and in and out of many yards before arriving at Glebe ROW (not road). This row has been up for discussion before so we know it was on the right hand side of Glebe ROAD heading towards Choppington. The Arcade seems to have been tucked in between Tankerville Yard and Oliver's buildings and had only 7 dwellings. The Arcade may have been a name given to it by the residents as all use this name when filling in the census form. However, the enumerator himself simply calls it "Glebe Row". The census took me on a return journey, from the boundary with Choppington via Glebe Road , along Ridge terrace and back, then down Hartford Road, calling in on all side streets, vicarages and police stations (where there were two prisoners) on the way. It continued as far as the Manse before heading off back down the High Street again to The Sun Inn where it somehow headed off towards Hartford bridge and my journey ended. What a lovely day out! It gave a very different picture from the Bedlington we know today, in terms of housing, work and social conditions. On the one hand we have Hartford House with 32 rooms, inhabited by the mother and one son of the Burdon family together with eight staff (butler included). On the other hand we have the Old Hall, where families of 5 and 6 persons - plus 2 lodgers - are living in 1-2 rooms, or a house in Catholic Row where a mother and her 4 children share their two rooms (one of which is the kitchen) with no less than 3 coalmining lodgers! They must have slept in shifts! There was a diverse array of occupations outside of mining in Bedlington 1911. Everything from bookmakers to candlemakers, scavengers (working for the UDC), hawkers - one of them at the ripe old age of 84 years - and "colliery heap-keepers" who had "heap-lads" to help them. The mind boggles! I met one "chauffeur" on my journey, umpteen stable hands, a farm bailiff, several foresters and a couple of gamekeepers. It must have been very rural in those days. Even more surprising was the number of people living in Bedlington who weren't born anywhere in the vicinity. Among its inhabitants in 1911, almost every county in England and Scotland were represented. It must have been a popular place.