Lydia's Three Refuges

Beneath Cleethorpes' Pier.

Here are a few photographs that I took during my research trip to Cleethorpes and Grimsby in 2006. I had no idea I’d be showing them to you now, so they are just snaps. I’m not a brilliant photographer.

This was the last of Lydia's three refuges, under the pier on Cleethorpes beach. Then, it was midnight and raining. From this angle, you'd be looking directly at her, face to face.

Lydia's tiny guest-house room on Abraham's Road.

The next two photos are of her tiny guest-house room on Abraham's Road, where she dwelt for almost all of the rest of her time in Cleethorpes. The actual name of the road is 'Isaac's Road', but I needed to change it so that none of the Abrahamic faiths were either excluded or emphasised in relation to the allegory, to which the name is only loosely associated, so don't read too much into it.

It's a comfortable and clean room with everything you might need, but I got a bit of neck ache watching the television. Lydia loves the telly, so I don't know how she managed.

Rippled lamination on the fitted furniture in Lydia's guest-house room.

Lest you think I made it up, here I can provide proof of the unusual rippled lamination on the fitted furniture. This photo was taken at night, so I apologise for the poor quality, but it was only a research snap to aid my memory for when I got back to Malaysia to write about it.

This is more closely connected to the allegory, as Lydia herself associates these ripples with the ripples in the opening scene of her story, which are humungously symbolic.

I cropped my naked foot out of the bottom of this photo. My foot is not symbolic.

The blue ramp on Cleethorpes beach, beneath which Lydia sought refuge when she first arrived there.

The last image here was taken after sunset, so it is also of poor quality. It shows the blue wooden ramp beneath which Lydia spent her first night in Cleethorpes. She described it as 'agreeable accommodation', but I can only put that down to the awful circumstances that got her there and her state of mind.

My research expedition was in September 25th to October 2nd, 2006. Lydia arrived in Cleethorpes almost a year before, on October 9th, 2005. I have quite a few snaps taken on that trip that are of interest, and I'll be sharing them with you here under the tag 'Research'.


This is a repository of insights about the novel I Am Not Gog (and future work). There will be new insights every month or so until we have a full library and nothing is left unexplored. If you came here to find out more about the allegory of the novel, start by clicking HERE.

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I Am Not Gog. A novel by Matthew James Hunt.