On Saturday with the sun tempting me away from all the chores in the garden I
jumped on a train and spent a glorious day on the firm sandy beach that stretches for miles.
I walked briskly by the water's edge, my collar turned up against the cool breeze blowing straight from the sea. Donkeys waited patiently for small children while a dozen riding-school ponies cantered past me through the shallowest waves.
|The ponies return at a more leisurely pace.|
As the tide turned the breeze dropped and the temperature rose. Families appeared. Castles were dug, kites flown and a general feeling of enjoyment spread round the beach.
|The Pier is Victorian too.|
Eventually it was time to leave and I gladly headed for the Tram and the swift ride to the top of the cliff. I admired the beautiful stained glass windows as we went . Before the Tram reached the promenade I stood and looked back at the beach. With the sun shining it must surely be one of the most beautiful places on this coast.
|As One Goes Up the Other Comes Down.|
I am told on good authority that this is due to a Victorian water counterbalance system
which is very unusual and shows the Tram's age.