{"id":55985,"title":"Brina, the Lighthouse-Tree of New Brighton","description":"I came to New Brighton early, while the promenade was still quiet and the sea held its distance.  The light was clear but thin, the kind that flattens colour and sharpens edges.  Salt lay on the railings","content":"<p>I came to New Brighton early, while the promenade was still quiet and the sea held its distance. The light was clear but thin, the kind that flattens colour and sharpens edges. Salt lay on the railings. The wind moved steadily off the water.<\/p><p>\u00a0<\/p><p><img src=\"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/csh7n5gbff6knp4uhjnnikjyk6pbougd018l3viih1ttn58y.jpg.jpg?w=1140&amp;project=beastly-boroughs-416041&amp;v=2\" alt=\"csh7n5gbff6knp4uhjnnikjyk6pbougd018l3viih1ttn58y.jpg.jpg?w=1140&amp;project=beastly-boroughs-416041&amp;v=2\" \/><\/p><p>She stands set back from the shore, close enough to feel the exposure. The ground around her is worn and compacted, pressed smooth by years of passing feet. Her bark carries the marks of weather more than age \u2014 pale in places, darker where rain has settled and dried again.<\/p><p>\u00a0<\/p><p>I stayed for a while without moving. The sea shifted, then settled. Gulls crossed the light and were gone.<\/p><p>\u00a0<\/p><p>Nothing around her changed its pace. She did not mark the time, or the tide. She remained as she was, held in place by the land beneath and the open space in front.<\/p><p>\u00a0<\/p><p>When I left, the light had not altered.<\/p><p>Only the sound of the water followed me along the wall.<\/p><p>\u00a0<\/p><p><strong>From the Greengatherer\u2019s Journal<\/strong><\/p>","urlTitle":"brina-the-lighthouse-tree-of-new-brighton","url":"\/blog\/brina-the-lighthouse-tree-of-new-brighton\/","editListUrl":"\/my-blogs","editUrl":"\/my-blogs\/edit\/brina-the-lighthouse-tree-of-new-brighton\/","fullUrl":"https:\/\/beastlyboroughs.com\/blog\/brina-the-lighthouse-tree-of-new-brighton\/","featured":false,"published":true,"showOnSitemap":true,"hidden":false,"visibility":null,"createdAt":1776356899,"updatedAt":1776356975,"publishedAt":1776356974,"lastReadAt":null,"division":{"id":405864,"name":"Beastly Boroughs"},"tags":[{"id":4548,"code":"the-green-gatherersjournal","name":"TheGreenGatherersjournal","url":"\/blog\/tagged\/the-green-gatherersjournal\/"}],"metaImage":{"original":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/bd1to6uuvqtfuki6rdehy6odgpimoksimtladmy2tade5y9y.jpeg","thumbnail":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/bd1to6uuvqtfuki6rdehy6odgpimoksimtladmy2tade5y9y.jpeg.jpg?w=1140&h=855","banner":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/bd1to6uuvqtfuki6rdehy6odgpimoksimtladmy2tade5y9y.jpeg.jpg?w=1920&h=1440"},"metaTitle":"","metaDescription":"","keyPhraseCampaignId":null,"series":[],"similarReads":[{"id":55964,"title":"Meet the Greengatherer \u2014 Walking the Peninsula","url":"\/blog\/meet-the-greengatherer-walking-the-peninsula\/","urlTitle":"meet-the-greengatherer-walking-the-peninsula","division":405864,"description":"When the wind turns from the sea and the light begins to change, I find myself walking again. &nbsp;The air carries salt and leaf together.  Grass shifts","published":true,"metaImage":{"thumbnail":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/urqfwx4ql0sc1n4eeik3ecnqfumjhvcnipn7uf858juezvx3.jpeg.jpg?w=1140&h=855","banner":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/urqfwx4ql0sc1n4eeik3ecnqfumjhvcnipn7uf858juezvx3.jpeg.jpg?w=1920&h=1440"},"hidden":0},{"id":55966,"title":"When the Roots Begin to Stir","url":"\/blog\/when-the-roots-begin-to-stir\/","urlTitle":"when-the-roots-begin-to-stir","division":405864,"description":"A Spring Entry from the Greengatherer\u2019s Journal&nbsp;The frost has loosened its hold. &nbsp;I felt it first beneath my feet. &nbsp;The ground no longer hums with winter\u2019s stillness; instead, there is a quiet stirring below \u2014 a slow unfurling","published":true,"metaImage":{"thumbnail":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/vjxlm0ulpn2hrseew7evoktbhzbe7xhin9nqhdivzxhv3arb.jpeg.jpg?w=1140&h=855","banner":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/vjxlm0ulpn2hrseew7evoktbhzbe7xhin9nqhdivzxhv3arb.jpeg.jpg?w=1920&h=1440"},"hidden":0},{"id":55982,"title":"Beba, The Beech-Tree of Bebington","url":"\/blog\/beba-the-beech-tree-of-bebington\/","urlTitle":"beba-the-beech-tree-of-bebington","division":405864,"description":"Morning comes quietly here. &nbsp;Before the village has fully stirred, before gates open and paths grow busy, light lifts across the grass \u2014 and Beba stands within it, steady and unchanged. &nbsp;Her bark carries the soft silver of beechwood \u2014 smooth, almost luminous in the cool air","published":true,"metaImage":{"thumbnail":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/keqxqwh89nnuolssafm6yohmfazhw8q1tgqnz5nisgwkdpqq.jpeg.jpg?w=1140&h=855","banner":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/keqxqwh89nnuolssafm6yohmfazhw8q1tgqnz5nisgwkdpqq.jpeg.jpg?w=1920&h=1440"},"hidden":0}],"labels":[]}