Pier and Escape

When I arrived in Hastings on Friday, I headed to the beach and sat on the pebbles, staring out to sea and at the remains of the pier. Even the sign that had once said "You can save me!" had disintegrated. Today though, I saw a headline about the new pier, so perhaps in a few years, I will be back there, staring at that.
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"Means of escape", was written on the window of the lodge where I was staying, and I smiled every time I read it, as it reminded me that I was on holiday, and this window, this lodge, was helping me to escape.