Looking over the edge of the roller coaster makes the eyes blink faster as it’s right on the end of the pier.  After a worry of drought the weather around the sturdy metal frame is now wet and windy, pushing through the gaps between the pleasure rides with force.  The only port in this storm on the front is to take a ride and sit out the rain on the whirling waltzers or the crashing dodgems.  Afterwards we see life in a different way, our bodies shot full of adrenaline and heads still dizzy.  It’s still raining but now it doesn’t matter.  We see the ups and downs of life, from the end of the promenade, (where the pier warden stood looking for incoming Nazis during the war), in a different way.