I went home for the afternoon at the weekend. Home home, the town where I grew up. I love where I live now, but what I miss most about my childhood home is it’s proximity to the beach. I can’t really moan, I still live only a few miles from the coast, but growing up we were a five minutes walk from all this…
Things have changed. On the nearby high street there is a mix of the familiar and the ruined. Smiths is still there, but Primark is now where Markies was. The Sainsbury’s I had my first rust-uniformed job in is still present, if double the size – it ATE the post office! And my favourite coffee shop is gone, now a mobile phone something or another. Sad times. They have done something weird to the point of dangerous with the road system. They have a giant Tardis compete with working Police telephone. The place is grotty and run down, but vibrant and full of life. Much as it ever was really.
Even at the beach there are changes. They chopped the end off the pier (aghast face!), but have compensated to some degree by filling what remains with musical instruments for everyone to have a go on. They built a surf reef, which was a disaster for a while – but judging from the amount of people in the water is working now. And there is some sort of rock sculpture masquerading as a natural feature. But even with the changes it is still absolutely gorgeous, especially at sunset.
Love Miss Cisco XXX