It was the first place he'd ever seen solar panels on a house roof.
The beach was always streaked with sea coal and the dunes were always grassy.
The funfair had one of those big slides you go down on a hessian mat and they waxed it to make it go faster in the summer. The penny falls and one armed bandits chimed all day.
It was a hive of activity.
Now that and the industrial backdrop were all dead, memories of a better time.
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