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Our Honeymoon

November 1977

 img113Our wedding was a marvellous affair. A cold, miserable and wet day at the end of November. The registry office didn’t really help to lighten the atmosphere either, being rather austere and clinical. Still, my darling wife Diane made it all worthwhile by just saying “I DO”. The reception afterwards was a homemade buffet “do”. You regular readers will know about the Sanderson tradition of being a little on the frugal side.

 What has all this got to do with holidays we hear you ask?

Well, we consider the honeymoon as being our first holiday.

We had booked a “Mini Cruise” from Newcastle across to Denmark. The coach trip up to Newcastle from home (Lytham St Annes) was uneventful; the only thing that aroused our curiosity was the fact that all the other passengers only had plastic carrier bags as luggage while we were laden down with a full suitcase each. They were crammed full of clothes including Diane’s wedding dress and my wedding suit along with enough underwear to last us both at least a month.

By the time the coach dropped us all off at the docks, it was just getting dark. Looking back on it, the ship didn’t strike me as your typical cruise ship. I was right! It turned out to be a Danish Bacon boat that brought bacon back to England from Denmark and had a few passenger cabins of a very basic type. It was an education watching the river pilot trying to get back off the ship after navigating us out of the mouth of the River Tyne. The small boat that he was to return to shore in was bobbing up and down like a cork in the water. It took him a few attempts, all very entertaining.

The trip across to Esbjerg was very rough and few passengers ventured out of their cabins. It seems that because the ship was going out to Denmark empty of cargo, it was more or less top heavy, hence the rocking and rolling as we sailed across. One or two brave souls managed to gyrate on the tiny dance floor to music from a tape player which was very amusing to watch. Needless to say, we didn’t join In.

After landing at Esbjerg, we all went ashore and on walking down the high street away from the docks there was a sex shop on the opposite side of the road. We were the only couple to actually cross over and go in. Well we were on honeymoon and neither of us had ever been in one before. It was a dim and rather grubby place with a huge dog behind the counter. It seemed to be protecting the wizened old man in there. We obviously bought a naughty book, (Which I’ve still got).

We spent the morning wandering round Esbjerg, we then had a coach tour to Ribe (which we believe was the old capitol of Denmark many moons ago). We had Danish Pastries and tea that tasted like aftershave before returning to Esbjerg to wait for the return trip to Newcastle. We spent the waiting time in a local supermarket to try and keep warm. We actually bought a scarf and a pair of gloves.

Eventually, it was time for us to make the return sailing back to Newcastle, something we were not looking forward to. It came as quite a surprise to find the trip back fairly quiet and a very stable and comfortable sail home. It obviously helped by being loaded with bacon bound for the UK market. We slept well and even enjoyed the coach trip home from Newcastle to Lytham St Annes.


I suppose that it was a reasonably civilised honeymoon by some standards. We will both remember it for a long time. It didn’t put us off marriage or each other. We have both been married before. I sometimes say that the first time round was a practice for the real thing this time.

The very first time I set eyes on Diane was in a taxi office. I used to work for one taxi firm but my cab got written off in an accident so I went to another taxi company to find work. Diane was in the office and the minute I saw her, I knew that we would be together. I Found out that she was married but that didn’t deter me. As it happened she told me that she was very unhappy in her marriage.

Oh! I forgot to mention, when we first got together, Diane said she would give me six months to see if it worked out. I took her up on the offer and the rest, as they say, is history. I will be eternally grateful.

We didn’t have a camera in those days so no pictures of the trip.

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