The Stade, Hastings, TN34 3FJ
To be haunted by the drowned cries of a child, carried on the threatening gale, beneath the surge and shifting shingle on the beach, is to abjure the undying romance of the surrounding sea. Yet I cleave to the shore, and heave to the rope, tethering the distant sounding buoy. It will not break, will not succumb to the vast and silencing waters.
Sun 24 – Fri 29 September