Salvaged
Salvaged is the result of beach combing on two beaches during the course of one year; Brighton beach on the South East coast of England, and Whitley Bay beach on the North East coast. Both walks had clearly defined limits; in Brighton the pier at the Marina, defined one point (the new), the remains of the West Pier the other (the old). The walks in Whitley Bay between Curry’s point at the north end of the bay and the rocks below the Rex hotel at the southern end.
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Salvaged
Standing in front of you in that hot and airless room, your frightened uncomprehending eyes unnerved me.
Salvaged
Curious, how people flit in and out of memory, sometimes a vague insubstantial presence, at other times crystal clear.
There was about him a brittle dangerous energy not quite contained, forever threatening to erupt, spill over into aggression and violence.
Salvaged
‘Choose a good flat stone, like this one. Weigh it in your hand, feel how it sits between finger and thumb. Now aim low, catch the water a glancing blow.’
Salvaged
It began like this.
He was sixteen, maybe seventeen, and determined to go to sea, sail across the Atlantic to see his brother in Chicago.
