Thoughts on New Brighton
Whatever made you think you were a seaside town?
A view, not out on the horizon, but to the awkward angles of the metropolis?
Your tower, now just a grassy mound.
Your pier, not starting, not ending.
Your lighthouse, snuffed out for over forty years.
OK, perhaps I didn’t see you at what’s now your best – early that Monday morning. I suspect I looked worse.
But there is new growth. More retail than resort but a strong heartbeat. The pierrots of the end of the pier have made way for Hollywood’s 3D bunkum, but the show’s the thing – I guess.
And as long as the sea spares that little patch of sand, room for one castle or for a dog to chase a gull. Room for a person wiser that I to raise a smile and a glass of something for the good old days.
Whoever said you weren’t a seaside town…?