Today, Doug and I took a trip to the seaside. Hastings. to be precise. Neither of us have been out much recently. We felt it would be good to get out of London for a day, get some sea air, snap a few photos and drink the excellent real ales brewed by one of our favourite pubs.
It turned out to be a pretty miserable experience. We didn’t expect great things – we know Hastings pretty well, today, even our low expectations failed to be met. The muggy, gloomy weather didn’t help, nor did the fact that the chef at the pub was incapacitated, so our desire for corned beef hash to accompany the Filo’s ales was thwarted. You would think that Hastings with its cliffs, castle, beach, funicular, Victorian terraces, fishing boats, fishermens’ huts etc would provide endless opportunities for interesting photographs, but the truth is I didn’t feel inspired. There’s such an air of despondency about the place – much of the Victorian grandeur is in dire need of maintenance, the junk shops are truly filled with junk, the fire-blackened rusting pier a dangerous obstacle and the people in the streets appear (to me) downtrodden and forlorn. The jaunty holiday atmosphere portrayed in the gaily coloured paintings and photographs in the galleries in the old town belies the real experience down on the beach. Even the sun’s appearance, later in the day, did little to dispel the glumness. It was a welcome relief to board the train home.
Here’s a selection of images from the day and, as an antidote, here’s a video of red pandas playing in the snow.
posted on 3 July 2012
category: daily photo