The fall of footsteps
I often spend time walking on The Leas, South Shields, this swathe of grass covered cliff tops offers a quiet solitude with only the sound of the North Sea constantly crashing or buffeting the rocks below. It offers too a green space for recreation, when the weather is pleasant it’s miles of verdant padding provides the venue for kite flyers, footballers, cricketers, golfers, joggers, walkers, and dogs.
Many feet have tramped across these cliff tops, some looking for gentle peace and calm, some looking for more vigorous exercise, others looking to marvel at nature, and others looking towards an end. Their footsteps can be heard quietly falling before us, particularly when the conditions on the cliffs are damp, drizzly, and foggy with a melancholy mist. Anthony Jackson may have been such a soul, or this may have been one of his favourite spots during his time with us; there are others, many others, who have a bench donated in their memory every hundred yards or so along the small path that gives views over the sea.
The Leas are owned by The National Trust and are a treasured part of this coastal town, as well as being the natural habitat to myriads of wild life, I walk there often, following in the footsteps….
Update 7th. April 2007
One of my customers at Curly’s Corner Shop has just brought this in, and we decided it would be good to share it.