Fifty five years ago around this time of year my dad took me to my first leek show at Netherton. As more leek seasons passed and I learned about leek slashings and thieving and miner's wives who sat up all night with a poker to ward off leek saboteurs I thought it was all just another slice of life in Bedlington. Which was a lively place back then with plenty of likely lads. The first year I worked at the Chronicle in Newcastle I was assigned to write about the leek shows. I still remember the intro word for word: "Autumn, season of mists and mellow fruitfulness - and for thousands of northeast miners, season of leeks." It was too. Thousands of miners throughout Northumberland and Durham showing thousands of leeks at hundreds of leek shows. I never imagined one day I'd write a book about it or that it would take me most of my life. But, it was all so vivid and colourful it stuck in my head forever. And when I realised how unique it was, and after talking to other writers, how important it was, I knew it had to be put into a book. And that's how The Leek Club came about. And there isn't a leek show season goes by that I don't think of those cool damp nights and that warm hall with the leeks all washed and cleaned up for judging. Last April/May when I was back, I stayed with my old friend from West Lea, Elizabeth Tate, now at Haydon Bridge, and was tickled to meet an old bloke - same age as me - who still grew leeks for show. He even had a bunch of them stolen - the cheeky buggers used his wheelbarrow to carry them to the getaway car.