It was just after they had done some work at Rossall Beach, which included setting up a series of vertical planks sunk in the sand at the top. These planks were notice boards, to which where attached pictures of the plant and sea life to be found there, with names and details of interest. It was probably within days. The storms hit. And the beach was changed quite dramatically.
It was then that the steps became completely redundant. Buried so much there was only one or two steps down. The pebbles had now been moved so far up the beach, and in such numbers, that it was just as easy to step down onto the beach anywhere along its length.
And the tough grasses which grew up there at the top, and had been so clearly labelled, were gone in one night.
I remember thinking that putting up those planks had proved to be such a waste of time. Goodbye fine grass, I remember when you used to grow here.
Little did I know.
The pebbles haven’t moved. The signs are still there. And so is the grass. This is a picture from last week.
Not a scraggly blade or two, but just as much as there ever was. Here to stay, whatever is thrown at it.
Amazing what flourishes when it is so well rooted.
Need I say more?