Shades of Shinto

Beneath the West Pier at Whitby.

I was rather surprised to find that right at the end of the West Pier was an open trapdoor and ladder in the wooden floor giving access to the concrete base of the pier itself. There in the shadows below, beyond the barrier blocking further progress back towards the town, were the dark outlines of several fishermen- each standing alone at his watch like so many herons intent on their catch. Above, near the top of the ladder and right at the end of the pier two sociable sea-anglers trimmed and fussed over their lines ceaselessly and the beams of their head-torches pierced the cracks between floorboards sending flickering, shifting shafts of light down into the space below. It was all a bit reminiscent of 'Close Encounters Of The Third Kind'

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