We had come to the coast for a few hours, for no other good reason than it was Good Friday and we didn’t want to stay in, even though it was bitterly cold and trying to snow. I had seen a news item saying Redcar’s new ‘Beacon’ was open, (I shall post another article with pictures on the ‘Helter Skelter’, sorry ‘Beacon’ shortly), so off we went for a bracing walk along the beach and a trip up the ‘Beacon’.
After scaling the ‘Beacon’ and suitably refreshed with a coffee and a scone we walked (briskly) back along the prom passing the museum housing the world’s oldest surviving lifeboat (I should also write an article on this too). Anyway, with snowflakes starting to blow horizontally, we went inside. And that’s when it happened, the déjà vu moment. I was looking at a display of the town through the years when a black and white picture from the 50s of a miniature beach train with open carriages caught my attention. And there in the second carriage sat a little boy snuggling up to his mother. It was me. Plain as plain could be.
It’s made my day, made my Easter.
Happy Easter everyone.