Like aliens, there’s people in high visibility jackets every day at Anchorsholme promenade, stepping into the road with their metal staves, and laser beams shooting out to sea. This, alongside the fishermen, with all the time in the world, tickling the sea. And in the distance, you can see the camper vans, with tv aeriel poles attached, owners sitting around with their mugs of tea as if they were in their garden sheds.
But this is coming to an end. When the aliens leave, and the government signs the cheque, in come the portakabins and yellow full-sized children’s tonka toys, and it will never be the same again.
I think it is exciting. I like change. That probably puts me in a minority. But I don’t like it happening in a rush. That’s why the new prom work is exciting. I look forward to it taking shape.
My little lad got married this weekend (amazing photo courtesy of Steve & Shirley Wardle). It was a grand day for every one of us, very much including them. They planned it, and saw it all happen to their delight.
It wasn’t rushed, but it seemed to be over very quickly.
And things have changed. They now, willingly, belong to each other in a new and exciting way. It is a new beginning. And we were there!
I look forward to their life taking shape.
Our church, our fellowship, is a building site as well as a building. Like he said (and Graham sang), the gates of hell will not prevail against it.