A ‘living, breathing contradiction’ – just one view of our town

When the weather turned nice Tom McCann took his camera, went for a walk and considered all that Hastings means to him. The weather was lovely earlier in the week, for the first time in a very long time you could really feel that things are getting better – like a little bit of June […]

Those were the days my friend – but today’s not so bad either!

Hastings means so many things to so many people. This series of articles began with one young man explaining his hopes and fears for his hometown and here Irmina Corder explains why she has come ‘home’ to Hastings, after 50 years, having been one of the town’s ‘hysterical, backcombed, swirling-petticoated teenagers’ in the 1960s. This […]

The dread and hope of Hastings made Tom who he is today…

Nineteen-year-old Tom McCann is Hastings born and bred, as were his father and grandfather before him, but as a young man trying to make his way in life he has a love/hate relationship with the town he calls home – here he explains why. A few weeks ago I was asked to write about a […]