Walking upon the cracked canine-stained promenade slabs, undulating in decay,
Above, the Stray bereft of care,
In tandem, pebbles aforeshore entwine a hundred years of flotsam and man,
In lines, the sea defences burnt, broken, unkempt,
The face of Redcar once so beautiful now grey, old in its foot warn journey, a traveller in time, on which generations have trodden and enjoyed its once simplicity.

I then glanced up over a cascading sea to face the brisling breeze of a winter’s day,
From the surf to the highest clouds I glimpsed a storm flowing with energy, a beauty of moving transitional highlights in silver shades across the horizon.

I stopped my journey to breath in its magnificence, along the length of the foreshore many travellers abound, couples walking hand in hand, children a play, dogs chasing balls, while old folk sat leaning on walking sticks astride tired ancient benches.

Why, with such a magnificent seascape, have we, the town’s people of Redcar left our Promenade in such neglect, a landscape which once boasted seven miles of golden beach now manifesting in decay, are we to leave this as our signature on beauty defiled?

Philip Chisholm 01642 485322 Redcar