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millionreasons39) The Seaside. My grandparents lived in Blackpool, so that probably explains why I like the sea and the sand and the candyfloss. Visiting them was like going on holiday; in fact some summers, before my parents got a taste for camping in Northern France, we used to swap houses with my grandma and grandad for a week - I think they got the rawer end of the deal. Packed summer seaside resorts are fun, but I like them out of season too when half the shops are shuttered and the caffs stay open to serve cups of tea to pensioners and one lonely dog stalks the beach. I love the faded gentility and the 30s grand hotels in semi-dereliction. I like the empty proms and the amusement arcades.
Most of all I like the light. I'd probably kill myself before I lived in Morecombe or Skegness, but the light sweeping off the coast at both of these places is amazing. British seaside towns have their own peculiar qualities; the seaside in the US or France or Italy is quite a different thing. Sophisticated party towns, not down on their luck ex-places.
The smell of chips on a summer evening in Southend -
With every sense I think of you, it sends me round the bend
"Love that moves the sun in heaven, and all the stars…"
This is just a fraction of what is rightfully ours
Most of all I like the light. I'd probably kill myself before I lived in Morecombe or Skegness, but the light sweeping off the coast at both of these places is amazing. British seaside towns have their own peculiar qualities; the seaside in the US or France or Italy is quite a different thing. Sophisticated party towns, not down on their luck ex-places.
The smell of chips on a summer evening in Southend -
With every sense I think of you, it sends me round the bend
"Love that moves the sun in heaven, and all the stars…"
This is just a fraction of what is rightfully ours
