An Echo

As I had to go to the nearby post office, today I took a walk through the embankment tunnel that leads to the beach.

With nearby Steetley now derelict, the place looks a lot more grim than it did when we were kids.

I remember we used to shout as we'd go through the tunnel to hear the echoes. When dad used to take us to the sands we'd build a fire: Tony and I would try to find ever-bigger pieces of wood, hoping to keep the fire going so we could stay a bit longer.