We are angry. Places and spaces. Dont steal from us now. Coastal deprivation is real. Many of us cling to our livelihoods and work long hours inside our shops whilst you arrive and sigh and breathe the air . This landscape is all many of us have. We are loyal all year round through the storms, the gales, the isolation – not just the ice-cream days.

We get it of course . The air; the pull – the grounding returning tides. But now isn’t the time. We don’t mind slaving to your cravings in the hot summers because we know we need to survive in the deserted winters. We welcome you to share the beauty but you don’t own us just because of your economic power.

You might think we are the little people, if you think about us at all. The invisible infrastructure. The fires, real ale, pub grub after a bracing walk- the truth is behind your blissful escapism is for many, borderline poverty. We probably don’t even exist for you in the face of your desire to breathe and take the air. But you don’t arrive like a shadow of a trick of light. You explode in our faces. We weather the seasonal storms, the eroding landscape – rebuilding year after year. We will still be here- but you must wait. Just wait .Mediate and wait for the tide to turn.