There is something about Blackpool beach, all lines and angles against the wavering Irish sea.

Silhouettes against the cloudy sun, I wandered down the promenade the smell of fish chips and fast food peppered the air with the sea breeze.

I walked underneath the pier, solid concrete and wrought iron. Built in 1894, the construction had stood the test of time. I listened to the noise above in the safety of the quietness below.

I wheel moved slowly, it was a bright winters day and the cold air hit you with surprise.

The wind is strong enough to carry you away on air or sea but as long as it's bright people do not mind the coldness of an Irish sea,