Maryport pier has a collection of paving slabs which, if read together, make up a wonderful poem. I couldn’t photograph every slab, because some were too weathered or moss-covered, and the light was poor.
Here are some of the words, along with a couple of nearby memorial wreaths.
Grubby seagulls
Hot sand singeing the soles of my feet.
Head spinning on Lambrini.
Dreaming of blue sheep.
Fat raindrops slap the pavement.
My head is a 1000 miles from here.
Ruthless Ramblings: - - ABOUT WALKING 
I love the sound of grubby seagulls and blue sheep – it’s a shame you couldn’t get the rest of the poem, it would be interesting to read it all.
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Yes. At the time I thought it was a bit silly to take photos of ALL the paving stones. Now I wish I had. I think it was a poem constructed from different people’s memories.
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