I took a few photos in New Brighton yesterday that you may like to see.
Marine Park Bowling Club. I like the green in that one.
Summer's here and don't the plants look great.
I've got quite a collection of photographs of the three Victorian shelters on the promenade. It's great that they are still there and I love them, but it does upset me to see the state that they are in...
New Brighton really is the Last Resort. It's almost a forgotten town. This is the abandoned Mini Golf course next to the Palace and the Floral Pavilion.
My Great Nan (born in 1903) grew up in Belmont Road, just behind the Palace. Her mother ran one of the many guest houses in the town. I'll always remember the stories she used to tell me about the way New Brighton used to be.
She told me about when she would sit in the front garden and watch the lift of the tower going up and down and about the crowds coming on the ferry from Liverpool.
It's almost unbelievable now that the town used to be a thriving resort. It's absolutely dead, but there is something I love about New Brighton and I think it is a great place to take photographs.