![Philistine
The Fisherman’s beach in Hythe, a jumble of fisherman’s huts, rusty winches, sea cabbage and fish heads. The west end borders onto Hythe ranges where for over two hundred years young men have learnt the noble art of gun shooting. When we where kids we would use the ranges as an extension to our already extensive playground. Hunting for live ammo which we could deconstruct in Mr. Cosgrove’s garden shed with the aid of his vice and needle nosed pliers. The cordite inside came in various shapes and sizes a little like pasta and made the biggest and best “geenies” imaginable. ActionMan™’s hollow limbs would be filled with cordite, an improvised fuse constructed, lit and lobbed from an upstairs window. Up there with bangers in milkbottles. I digress.
If you’re up with the sparrows you can visit Griggs of Hythe for the morning catch, fresh fish that smells of the sea, you can even watch them land it..A real life foley track of bullets hitting wood, the English channel frothing on shingle and the ubiquitous craw of seagulls ridden by tiny monkeys.
The view from the esplanade encompasses Martello towers, giant numbers to help the army learn to count and if the weathers fine Magnox A & AGR B reactors that should have been shut down a long time ago. Did I mention the flippity flap of the red flag? A warning to all and sundry not to walk into the path of stray bullets.
Would that I could say “In their wisdom” Shepway district council have over ruled Hythe council (twice) and granted planning permission for some tacky arse new builds, that will destroy sight lines, local business’s that have existed for thousands of years, namely fishing and any vestige that Hythe could continue to mean haven or Landing Place.
How much will they pocket for this folly? two [2] million pounds. Which will be gone in no short time, but the beach, when that’s gone. It’s gone forever.
To call these people Philistine does a disservice to Philistine’s….](http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_lnfoezrwm51qa9yj7o1_500.jpg)
Philistine
The Fisherman’s beach in Hythe, a jumble of fisherman’s huts, rusty winches, sea cabbage and fish heads. The west end borders onto Hythe ranges where for over two hundred years young men have learnt the noble art of gun shooting. When we where kids we would use the ranges as an extension to our already extensive playground. Hunting for live ammo which we could deconstruct in Mr. Cosgrove’s garden shed with the aid of his vice and needle nosed pliers. The cordite inside came in various shapes and sizes a little like pasta and made the biggest and best “geenies” imaginable. ActionMan™’s hollow limbs would be filled with cordite, an improvised fuse constructed, lit and lobbed from an upstairs window. Up there with bangers in milkbottles. I digress.
If you’re up with the sparrows you can visit Griggs of Hythe for the morning catch, fresh fish that smells of the sea, you can even watch them land it..A real life foley track of bullets hitting wood, the English channel frothing on shingle and the ubiquitous craw of seagulls ridden by tiny monkeys.
The view from the esplanade encompasses Martello towers, giant numbers to help the army learn to count and if the weathers fine Magnox A & AGR B reactors that should have been shut down a long time ago. Did I mention the flippity flap of the red flag? A warning to all and sundry not to walk into the path of stray bullets.
Would that I could say “In their wisdom” Shepway district council have over ruled Hythe council (twice) and granted planning permission for some tacky arse new builds, that will destroy sight lines, local business’s that have existed for thousands of years, namely fishing and any vestige that Hythe could continue to mean haven or Landing Place.
How much will they pocket for this folly? two [2] million pounds. Which will be gone in no short time, but the beach, when that’s gone. It’s gone forever.
To call these people Philistine does a disservice to Philistine’s….
