Tide laps, grey enfolds.
Winter season. No tourists.
Lone prints in shingle.
Author: Sarah Potter Writes
Sarah is a British eccentric who writes offbeat fiction, haiku and tanka poetry. When stuck for words, she sketches or paints instead. She's into nature conservation, sustainability, gardening, dogs, natural health, and reading. Her sociability is something that happens in short bursts with long breathing spaces in between.
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It does look really desolate, Sarah. Great haiku. 🙂
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The remains of the poor old pier are truly desolate. I remember what it was like when I was a child. It was a grand structure packed with all manner of curiosities, some delightful and some quite spooky!
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Hmmm…I know this place! Oh Sarah, I feel the same as you, remembering only too well when the old pier was very much alive and thriving. Desolate now indeed. But once the sun comes out, we know how packed it still gets on that beach! Happy Monday dearest Sarah 🙂 xxxx
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Our old stamping ground, indeed! Happy Monday to you, too, dearest Sherri 🙂 xxxx
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🙂 xxxx
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I’d recognise (what is left of) that pier, anywhere, Sarah. Such a shame that it has been left to nature. We have artwork in the house of what the West pier was like in its heyday. However, I do rather prefer Brighton and Hove seafront during the winter months.
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Yes, I prefer it in the winter, too, Hugh. As I’ve said before, I’m not a great one for bustling crowds and noise. The fumes from bumper-to-bumper slow-moving traffic on the coast road deter me further from venturing there in the summer.
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Melancholy.
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It’s very peaceful, too!
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Lovely, atmospheric haiku Sarah – winter is my favourite season at the coast because of the lack of people 🙂
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Then you are a woman after my own heart, Andrea!
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