I’m told that the bricks (amongst other later demolished sites) were deposited here in Hightown after the blitz of Liverpool.
They were swept up from the bomb-pitted terraced houses and trucked onto the beach. I think of the occupants and the shock of losing their homes and loved ones. The walls they kissed against, threw balls against, are now fragments on the shoreline.
But, out of the horror and destruction of the blitz has emerged something quite remarkable: a huge swathing, pulsing galaxy of bricks. Here the cut of the frog and arris is softened by the wave’s embrace. Time's healer scours and washes until the edges dissolve into the sand.
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