Chargeride
Well-Known Member
I visited a rather expired fishing town of Fleetwood, no connection to the band, its a typical Victorian north west holiday resort that has
declined due to cheap flights to southern France and beyond.
They for whatever reason have decided this coast needs protecting and an utterly epic sea wall has been constructed that spans for miles and miles
There is a disturbing starkness to its construction, across the sea is Englands Lake district of mountains, plush hotels and endless walks , hiking and superb scenery.
But this forgotten expanse of coast has a rich history that is long gone and as all the money drifted to the south it has become viewed as a place for the lost and addicted.
The wall is endless and at times you feel disconnected from reality, only seeing occasional dog walkers and cyclists.
Now and then it meets a local community, that building is a manned local coastal lookout and it feels like some alien outpost overseeing the immense sand flats of this
entire coast.
Eventually you come to the town centre to be met with a glorious simplicity of a model yacht club building
The town is full of the leftovers of its past
I washoping to take the ferry over to an even starker and desolate coast, but the tide was too far out for the ferry.
Too far out even for the lifebaot
These are proper northern people, the absolute salt of the Earth, deep Lancashire accents of the spade is a spade, going down t'mill type.
This seemed to be a bunch of acting, musical students painting up the entrance to their little hall.
I tried to have my fish and chips outside this pavilion, but here was a cold wind
So I ate it with my back to a sand break on the beach, it was very warm out of the wind and I settled into the empty vastness of the scenery.
A random couple on escooters on the way back
There were derelict boats all along the intertwined rivers and it was quite creepy riding out to them, I was the only person on the shore and the tide was running past quickly
and menacingly, making you feel at its whim.
All in a very interesting ride and insight into this forgotten part of England, we have so much coast that much of it is unremarkable, but close inspection can reveal that everything has
a gem of history or change to provoke emotion in the observer.
declined due to cheap flights to southern France and beyond.
They for whatever reason have decided this coast needs protecting and an utterly epic sea wall has been constructed that spans for miles and miles
There is a disturbing starkness to its construction, across the sea is Englands Lake district of mountains, plush hotels and endless walks , hiking and superb scenery.
But this forgotten expanse of coast has a rich history that is long gone and as all the money drifted to the south it has become viewed as a place for the lost and addicted.
The wall is endless and at times you feel disconnected from reality, only seeing occasional dog walkers and cyclists.
Now and then it meets a local community, that building is a manned local coastal lookout and it feels like some alien outpost overseeing the immense sand flats of this
entire coast.
Eventually you come to the town centre to be met with a glorious simplicity of a model yacht club building
The town is full of the leftovers of its past
I washoping to take the ferry over to an even starker and desolate coast, but the tide was too far out for the ferry.
Too far out even for the lifebaot
These are proper northern people, the absolute salt of the Earth, deep Lancashire accents of the spade is a spade, going down t'mill type.
This seemed to be a bunch of acting, musical students painting up the entrance to their little hall.
I tried to have my fish and chips outside this pavilion, but here was a cold wind
So I ate it with my back to a sand break on the beach, it was very warm out of the wind and I settled into the empty vastness of the scenery.
A random couple on escooters on the way back
There were derelict boats all along the intertwined rivers and it was quite creepy riding out to them, I was the only person on the shore and the tide was running past quickly
and menacingly, making you feel at its whim.
All in a very interesting ride and insight into this forgotten part of England, we have so much coast that much of it is unremarkable, but close inspection can reveal that everything has
a gem of history or change to provoke emotion in the observer.