These are such lovely photos. We have a Promenade street here in Providence. I remember the licorice, although I’m much older, we had them as a child. How I love how you spoke of the “snooty women” looking down on the commoners. There weren’t many people at the sea like here at the beach. If you don’t go early to the ocean, then you’re stuck with slim pickens to find a good spot. You’re so right about no-one on that (pardon me I forgot what you called it) thing to ride around the sea, very spooky at this time of year. All and all,a wonderful story. By the
I think the sea always calls me because we are from Southend. Loved this too Julie. Keep taking pictures and writing through them. It's very cathartic. ox
I’m lucky enough to live 5 minutes from the sea in Kent but I’m ashamed to say in the end you don’t notice it anymore as you go about your daily routine and sometimes take it for granted.
It takes family and friends visiting to make you appreciate once again the beauty, the light and constantly changing seascape that you have on your doorstep.
A little secret..locals can’t wait for the holidaymakers and tourists to go home so we can have it to ourselves again. You can almost physically hear the huge sighs of relief in September when our “seaside” becomes calm once more.
Thanks for these gorgeous images and observations Julie. For the last, almost 60 years, l have lived within walking distance of the sea. Now l have to rely on my husband for a 15 minute drive to get to a beach (which as it's the Atlantic ocean, is worth it!) I do find that hard and miss being able to go down to the sea alone, whenever I want. 🌊
Enjoyed this read, Julie. especially: "This structure has a few cracks and crumbles, but is still standing, functioning, serving a purpose, holding up under pressure." I felt kinship with those words! Love the photos.
Beautifully observed, thank you. The bridge reminded me of my Beloved's part of Yorkshire, where many of the buildings are constructed from lovely handmade clay bricks. He very briefly had a holiday job at the brickworks. The men working there had hardened, calloused hands from taking the hot bricks from the kilns and loading up barrows. The heavy barrow then had to be wheeled up a ramp made from a plank to be unloaded. His hands were too soft to bear the heat of the bricks, and he lost his balance on the plank, tumbling down with the barrow in a pile of bricks. Someone kindly found him an alternative summer job working as an assistant to a window cleaner, as he clearly wasn't going to make the cut in the brickyard. But whenever we visit, he proudly points out those houses as though he was personally responsible for their making.
You have described that so vividly so thanks for sharing that with everyone here, Sarah. I have never really thought of how bricks are made. Interesting.
Yes I love Marie Lloyd and others from that era too. I enjoy the drama and humour of the songs. Must have been a rich experience to attend one of those shows and absorb yourself in that atmosphere for an evening. Live performance carries so much energy.
Oh isn't that great? The song is familiar but I hadn't heard of the singer Norah Blaney. Thanks for this - Music Hall is such an important part of our history. Great to hear.
During the 1970s there was a TV series called "The Good Old Days" (you may have been a bit too young) and stars of the day would perform music hall acts. Both the performers and the audience were dressed up in Victorian dress. It used to fascinate me. Loved the costumes.
These are such lovely photos. We have a Promenade street here in Providence. I remember the licorice, although I’m much older, we had them as a child. How I love how you spoke of the “snooty women” looking down on the commoners. There weren’t many people at the sea like here at the beach. If you don’t go early to the ocean, then you’re stuck with slim pickens to find a good spot. You’re so right about no-one on that (pardon me I forgot what you called it) thing to ride around the sea, very spooky at this time of year. All and all,a wonderful story. By the
way, your mother lives in a beautiful area.
Thank you, Jo-Ann. I shall Google ‘Providence’ and have a look.
Hello Dee and good afternoon. Sorry I’m a bit late for responding.
wonderful way to start the day.......eavesdropping on your holiday! Thanks, Julie :)
It was just staying with my mum for a few days. ‘Holiday’ is a bit of a stretch 😂😉
Love your observations of things so many would miss.
Thanks. I suppose we all have our own version of that, don’t we? What we’re paying attention to and what we allow it to become in our minds.
I think the sea always calls me because we are from Southend. Loved this too Julie. Keep taking pictures and writing through them. It's very cathartic. ox
Thank you, Deborah. I am off briefly to Scotland again soon so hopefully I should have a few more 😊
I’m lucky enough to live 5 minutes from the sea in Kent but I’m ashamed to say in the end you don’t notice it anymore as you go about your daily routine and sometimes take it for granted.
It takes family and friends visiting to make you appreciate once again the beauty, the light and constantly changing seascape that you have on your doorstep.
A little secret..locals can’t wait for the holidaymakers and tourists to go home so we can have it to ourselves again. You can almost physically hear the huge sighs of relief in September when our “seaside” becomes calm once more.
Yes, even where I live gets touristy at weekends. I only go out there during the week. I get it.
That's very picturesque!
But why are there so few people on the beach?
Thanks for these gorgeous images and observations Julie. For the last, almost 60 years, l have lived within walking distance of the sea. Now l have to rely on my husband for a 15 minute drive to get to a beach (which as it's the Atlantic ocean, is worth it!) I do find that hard and miss being able to go down to the sea alone, whenever I want. 🌊
Thank you Suzanne. Yes, I adore the ocean and I know it is where I shall end my days.
Lovely piece and beautiful pics. I'd never even heard of Briglington until today. Nice introduction:)
Thank you. Small town really, near Scarborough (as in Scarborough Fair).
Enjoyed this read, Julie. especially: "This structure has a few cracks and crumbles, but is still standing, functioning, serving a purpose, holding up under pressure." I felt kinship with those words! Love the photos.
Indeed, Candy!
Thanks for taking us all of your trip. It was quite enjoyable.
Glad you liked it 😊
Beautiful pics! Thank you for sharing them.
I’m not a ‘photographer’ as such but I do enjoy taking pictures, certainly.
What lovely colours and words.
Thank you, Margaret. A change of scene is always refreshing.
Thanks it was good to get away.
Always good to have something interrupt whatever your mundane is, isn’t it? :)
Beautifully observed, thank you. The bridge reminded me of my Beloved's part of Yorkshire, where many of the buildings are constructed from lovely handmade clay bricks. He very briefly had a holiday job at the brickworks. The men working there had hardened, calloused hands from taking the hot bricks from the kilns and loading up barrows. The heavy barrow then had to be wheeled up a ramp made from a plank to be unloaded. His hands were too soft to bear the heat of the bricks, and he lost his balance on the plank, tumbling down with the barrow in a pile of bricks. Someone kindly found him an alternative summer job working as an assistant to a window cleaner, as he clearly wasn't going to make the cut in the brickyard. But whenever we visit, he proudly points out those houses as though he was personally responsible for their making.
You have described that so vividly so thanks for sharing that with everyone here, Sarah. I have never really thought of how bricks are made. Interesting.
I really enjoyed this visit to Bridlington. Thanks Julie - just listening to Marie Lloyd now. Very atmospheric 😊🎶
Yes I love Marie Lloyd and others from that era too. I enjoy the drama and humour of the songs. Must have been a rich experience to attend one of those shows and absorb yourself in that atmosphere for an evening. Live performance carries so much energy.
Some of those songs are so funny and memorable. "Daddy Wouldn't Buy Me A Bow Wow" and "Waiting at the Church". They were so well-loved.
Yes, a favourite is this because my grandma used to sing it to me as a child
https://youtu.be/pS6E2988380?si=4O3kT5CXQwF1tfRu
Oh isn't that great? The song is familiar but I hadn't heard of the singer Norah Blaney. Thanks for this - Music Hall is such an important part of our history. Great to hear.
During the 1970s there was a TV series called "The Good Old Days" (you may have been a bit too young) and stars of the day would perform music hall acts. Both the performers and the audience were dressed up in Victorian dress. It used to fascinate me. Loved the costumes.