The
Newbiggin by the Sea that Rebecca and I moved to is going away.
We knew
that it was going to go when we moved here but I did not realise how attached I
would get to the old Newbiggin before it went.
As there
are many people who have lived here longer than me, here are some things that
we may want to remember because even if they were only temporary or makeshift
they hold memories for us.
It’s a funny
kind of memory because these things are not going away, like little lost desert
villages they are being buried by the sand, possibly they will be found again
in a thousand years by a man with a good taste in hats and a whip, but until
then let’s remember.
This is the
promenade, it is made of very boring looking concrete and it is stepped. The
reason it is stepped is that the drop from the top promenade to the beach is
about 4 meters. That is quite a fall, so if in the future anyone wants to dig
down to find the last steps, you may have a long way to go.
I taught my
son how to fish on this promenade, we never caught anything but that was never
the point, well; maybe not to me. I remember sitting on this promenade in the
dead of winter, freezing cold just wishing that I had a camera so that I could
catch the ride of the wave as it hit one end becoming a circle of water traveling
along the edge of the concrete, often from one end of the prom to the other. It
was like a little curly wave of water and you could imagine an action man sized
surfer riding it on a board.
In that
kind of weather, you could never get close enough to take the photo you wanted,
the seas were to rough and a sneaky wave coming from the other direction would
be very likely to catch you.
At the moment this is what the prom looks like, the new sand is covering it to the top level and all of the cockles who thought they had a home for life are now finding themselves under a few meters of sand.
Let us hope
they keep a shovel in there.
It is interesting watching the prom covered with sand because it is happening in stages. It may not be taking the years that the aforementioned deserts take, it’s a bit like a fast forward and in 30 days with 30 loads of wet runny sand it’s gone.
These steps may not be pretty, they may not lead to a Mayan treasure. But we may never see them again.
Our promis being buried in waves of wet soggy sand. You can see it happening.
Here is another thing.
Everyone in
Newbiggin knows about this but what a lot of people don’t know is that if at
low tide you stand with your back to these steps.
Facing this
weather station.
And walk
forward to these rocks.
When you look
about a bit you find these just lying around.
These are
the last of the cables that were strung out to Scandinavia
Of course
looking at them know they don’t look anything like they did when they were
first laid,
but you try lying in sea water off Newbiggin for 120 years and I
bet you look a lot worse.
Before the
desert closes in.


















