{"id":52373,"title":"The Greengatherer's Journal - Brina, the Lighthouse-Tree of New Brighton","description":"I came to New Brighton early, while the promenade was still quiet and the sea held its distance.  The light was clear but thin, the kind that flattens colour and sharpens edges.  Salt lay on the railings","content":"<p>I came to New Brighton early, while the promenade was still quiet and the sea held its distance. The light was clear but thin, the kind that flattens colour and sharpens edges. Salt lay on the railings. The wind moved steadily off the water.<\/p><p>\u00a0<\/p><p><img src=\"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/oyoofjstto6j6z3zutczypznkeywecxe9bognn2ocg13cegu.jpg.jpg?w=1140&amp;v=2\" alt=\"oyoofjstto6j6z3zutczypznkeywecxe9bognn2ocg13cegu.jpg.jpg?w=1140&amp;v=2\" \/><\/p><p>She stands set back from the shore, close enough to feel the exposure. The ground around her is worn and compacted, pressed smooth by years of passing feet. Her bark carries the marks of weather more than age \u2014 pale in places, darker where rain has settled and dried again.<\/p><p>\u00a0<\/p><p>I stayed for a while without moving. The sea shifted, then settled. Gulls crossed the light and were gone.<\/p><p>\u00a0<\/p><p>Nothing around her changed its pace. She did not mark the time, or the tide. She remained as she was, held in place by the land beneath and the open space in front.<\/p><p>\u00a0<\/p><p>When I left, the light had not altered.<\/p><p><\/p><p>Only the sound of the water followed me along the wall.<\/p><p>\u00a0<\/p><p>From the Greengatherer\u2019s Journal<\/p>","urlTitle":"brina-the-lighthouse-tree-of-new-brighton","url":"\/blog\/brina-the-lighthouse-tree-of-new-brighton\/","editListUrl":"\/my-blogs","editUrl":"\/my-blogs\/edit\/brina-the-lighthouse-tree-of-new-brighton\/","fullUrl":"https:\/\/wirralwear.com\/blog\/brina-the-lighthouse-tree-of-new-brighton\/","featured":false,"published":true,"showOnSitemap":true,"hidden":false,"visibility":null,"createdAt":1759155891,"updatedAt":1768581155,"publishedAt":1768581154,"lastReadAt":null,"division":{"id":228867,"name":"Wirral Wear"},"tags":[{"id":4300,"code":"the-green-gatherersjournal","name":"TheGreenGatherersjournal","url":"\/blog\/tagged\/the-green-gatherersjournal\/"}],"metaImage":{"original":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/kalovxxt2lmzxes6w2vnuclfzs6ahwkjscwh8o200izevqmh.jpeg","thumbnail":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/kalovxxt2lmzxes6w2vnuclfzs6ahwkjscwh8o200izevqmh.jpeg.jpg?w=1140&h=855","banner":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/kalovxxt2lmzxes6w2vnuclfzs6ahwkjscwh8o200izevqmh.jpeg.jpg?w=1920&h=1440"},"metaTitle":"","metaDescription":"","keyPhraseCampaignId":null,"series":[],"similarReads":[{"id":52371,"title":"The Greengatherer's Journal - Hoya, the Coastal-Tree of Hoylake","url":"\/blog\/hoya-the-seafarer-tree-of-hoylake\/","urlTitle":"hoya-the-seafarer-tree-of-hoylake","division":228867,"description":"I came into Hoylake along the promenade, where the houses give way gradually and the ground opens toward the water.  The tide was out, leaving the flats broad and pale, stretching quietly toward the horizon.  The air carried salt and the faint trace of seaweed drying where the water had been","published":true,"metaImage":{"thumbnail":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/59nvgili7aslfj8s5qtshzajwlxd7xsu4uao5fe6opqnaqsv.jpeg.jpg?w=1140&h=855","banner":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/59nvgili7aslfj8s5qtshzajwlxd7xsu4uao5fe6opqnaqsv.jpeg.jpg?w=1920&h=1440"},"hidden":0},{"id":52372,"title":"The Greengatherer\u2019s Journal - Mira, the Orchard-Tree of Willaston","url":"\/blog\/mira-the-orchard-tree-of-willaston\/","urlTitle":"mira-the-orchard-tree-of-willaston","division":228867,"description":"I reached Willaston by a narrow path that runs between hedges and open ground.  The air was still, held low over the fields, carrying the muted scent of damp grass and fallen leaves.  The land here does not draw attention to itself","published":true,"metaImage":{"thumbnail":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/hgrr4m0bkrmly5ypbblgmzjztqjxqxhclfze5npt1iq96geq.jpeg.jpg?w=1140&h=855","banner":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/hgrr4m0bkrmly5ypbblgmzjztqjxqxhclfze5npt1iq96geq.jpeg.jpg?w=1920&h=1440"},"hidden":0},{"id":52422,"title":"The Greengatherer\u2019s Journal - Birkon, the Iron-Tree of Birkenhead","url":"\/blog\/birkon-the-iron-tree-of-birkenhead\/","urlTitle":"birkon-the-iron-tree-of-birkenhead","division":228867,"description":"I came into Birkenhead along streets that carry more than one layer of use.  Old boundaries sit beside newer ones, and the ground bears the marks of work done, removed, and done again.  The air was still, held between buildings, carrying distant sound without direction","published":true,"metaImage":{"thumbnail":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/qfrbmqado9evmzfqqstzri6rgqjxxnxwgnc2u5d5ztrxnvyz.jpeg.jpg?w=1140&h=855","banner":"https:\/\/images.podos.io\/qfrbmqado9evmzfqqstzri6rgqjxxnxwgnc2u5d5ztrxnvyz.jpeg.jpg?w=1920&h=1440"},"hidden":0}],"labels":[]}