In Good Company

Seaford beach is a flat pebble stone beach tucked between a fishing harbour, an incinerator and the white seven sisters chalk cliffs. Along it’s concrete pathway there is an ice-cream van, two cafes, a statue of a cormorant bird, a busy road, several benches and many enthusiastic fishermen and swimmers. It is not a place of beauty in some peoples eyes and has a slow repetitive pace of life, but is a mini haven for residents and visitors. It is a place that seems to be stuck in some kind of time warp, never changing or expanding. It is a place of reassurance that holds an abundance of stories.