I work in a former Victorian Holiday seaside town, which hosts a sweeping bay lined promenade housed with scores of brightly coloured hotels and bed and breakfasts .
Last night, for the first time, and glowing in the evening sun, the hotels were suddenly alive again.
From their bay windows and ornate dining rooms elderly patrons looked out again onto the sea and on the Promenade walkers passed each other in obvious good humour.
Everywhere seemed open, front doors wide, public rooms in use.
I was so moved that I almost stopped Bluebell in order to soak up the atmosphere.
I didn’t
It had been a long day
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