Pier notes.

On the stretch of beach that curves towards the lighthouse, itinerant travellers in showman guise have taken up temporary residence.
Wedged in sand, a glittering carousel drips pink neon on piebald's with cracked eyes.
Tethered to barley twist they rise and fall to the tune 'All the Fun of the Fair', steamed off-key from tin pipes.
Tired toys bleached of colour dangle from fraying string.
Sad giraffes neck the zebra's missing hoops, spotless leopards and wide eyed wet woolly monkeys swing in the breeze to dry.

Clockwork hippos tip toe in a dish of water, an elephant squirts foam, limp candy floss and stale nougat.
A shooting booth fires chocolate bullets, sweet shells to nibble, no harm done by the gun.
Gold less fish in plastic bags mouth 'Pick me, Pick me...'
to punters.
An Indian Scout circles a wall of death trailing a wreath of smoke.
Callow youths pole dance and prance on silver dodgems, sparks flying from fingers, stunned admirers ecstatic in electric blue.
Bloodied canvas, a challenger for the ring horizontal, the old pro leans on ropes smiling.
Hands free and scream, Big Dipper dips, loops the loop to tumbling popcorn and loose change.

On the promenade a sad eyed Pierrot stoops, his poignant muteness heckled by seagulls intent on spoiling the show.
Prompted by coin, a talking telescope sells the view, a sweeping panorama, the day tripper squints through a glaucoma lens complaining.
Gift shops shutters stutter, shut for the day.
Shimmering rainbow rain blows in a squall, free colour rinse for all.
Bingo beckons, fluorescent pens poised over the winning line, impatient for the callers call.
Sailors seeking sex, stumbling, fumbling, Kiss me Quick behind shy coconuts blushing rouge, attire rearranged with haste.
Officer cadets buttons bright, buckets to the side, salute and stride the seaweed collecting for a sinking fleet.
The lighthouse blinks in sympathy for a lost cause and 'All the Fun of the Fair ' runs out of steam.