A Town called Horden

After a series of events, I found myself in a town called Horden for the evening. It’s small, by the coast and not far from Peterlee. It’s not one of those seaside towns that sell postcards though.

My mates were playing a gig at the Horden Catholic Club and I went down to watch them. Before the gig, I needed some money so went off in search of a cash machine. I had an interesting walk and took it all in.

The area of Horden I passed through consisted of rows upon rows of terraced houses. The majority of them were either to let or boarded up, with the boarding ranging from black bin liners to full on metal grates. It was a bit grim.

As I picked my footing around the dog mess, I passed some people in the street talking about so and so who broke into wherever and made his getaway over the back fences. I kept walking.

I found the high street and subsequently the bank. All the shops were closed, but whoever sold roller shutter doors in that area must have made a fortune. I got my cash and headed back.

On the way back I noticed that some of the houses had used spray paint to identify which number they were. It was effective and fit in with the feel of the place.

I got back to the venue and watched the band. The gig was good but the place was pretty empty. I’m guessing the Catholic Club in Horden isn’t the place to be on a Saturday night. I won’t be going back in a hurry.

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