The last time I set foot on the shores of New Brighton I was eight years old.
I can still recall heading to the beach equipped with plastic buckets, Factor 50, and my grandparents in tow. Through a child's eyes, New Brighton had a certain wonder to it. The metallic clang of the penny slot machines, the familiar glow from the light of the arcade. I have nothing but happy memories.
But that was 20 years ago, so I decided to go back, relive my childhood for the day and see if anything evoked that sense of wonder I once had for New Brighton. I was looking for the kitschy summer holiday I once loved but one question remained. Could I find it?
