FLOOKBURGH SANDS, England (Reuters) – The thing about an old rusty tractor, said cockle-picker Tony McClure, is that even in the sea air, it will start.
FILE PHOTO: Fisherwoman Margaret Owen, 66, who voted to leave the EU, takes in her nets at Sunderland Point, Britain February 25, 2019. REUTERS/Clodagh Kilcoyne
His was parked out on the tidal flats of Flookburgh sands in Morecambe Bay in northwest England, braving the salty shallows of an unusually warm February dawn. He was comparing old mechanical tractors to the more modern electronic kind, and I was well aware of what he was talking about. The tide here comes in fast: If youre not careful, it can swamp a vehicle. So you want be certain to get off that seabed.
McClure 39, was one of the first people I met on a February-March assignment around Englands coastline, where I was photographing and talking to people who had voted to leave the European Union.
Like most of the 50 or so people I met and spoke to while travelling from Morecambe to St. Agnes in Cornwall, McClure wants Britain to get out of the EU.
Most spoke as if they felt tricked by Brussels and trapped in a world that was turning against them.
“Theyve wound us in their little web, with their laws and suchlike as that, and they rule us,” said John Eldin, a 77-year-old on the eastern coast.
“They block anything that we want,” said Tony Brown, 59, having a pint in Barrow-in-Furness.
“Over the last couple of decades we have been assimilated into something we didnt agree to be part of,” said Tom Morris, a 34-year-old drag queen in Brighton, who voted Leave.
Id embarked on the journey because, looking at the UK from Ireland, Id noticed something about the coastal areas. The overall result of the 2016 referendum on leaving the EU was tight (51.89 percent voted Leave versus 48.11 percent Remain), but on the coast, the Leave vote had been particularly strong – Leave won a majority in more than 100 of about 120 parliamentary constituencies with a coastline. I wanted to know more about the people who delivered that result.
The trip was a revelation. First, people were often surprised to be asked their views, saying they felt they werent important enough for anyone in London to ask. People plied me with tea, biscuits and sandwiches, took me on tractor rides and to the bingo and made a few jokey marriage proposals. Most said they still wanted to get out of Europe.
Their reasons were more individual and varied than I expected. Some wanted to revive a nostalgic rosy past or keep immigrants out. Some thought they were taking back control, some wanted an end to the EU bureaucracy that they saw hurting their livelihoods and some – like a cockle-picker in Flookburgh – thought it was time London paid attention to smaller voices.
But others had more concrete goals: A grandmother in Skegness hoped that the decline of her town – designated the “most deprived seaside area in Britain” in a study by the Office for National Statistics in 2013 – might be slowed down if taxpayers funds stopped heading to Europe.
And people like fisherwoman Margaret Owen wanted better leaders.
“We need to stand on our own two feet, were a capable country,” she said. “The people that we trusted in and that we voted for, and that we thought could carry our hopes and dreams through, have let the whole country down.”
Among the few Brexit dissenters I met was Chris Baker, a 51-year-old web designer and massage therapist. Like most people in Brighton, he voted Remain. Europe has been “the greatest peacekeeping arrangement that weve had for a very long time,” he said.
It was the off-season and as I arrived on the east coast, a storm was on the way.
Seaside towns are notoriously seasonal but people living in towns on Englands coast are more likely than average to suffer from deprivation, a government study from 2015 found.
From the rusting remains of Redcars steelworks to the windswept skeleton of a fairground shut for the winter in Skegness, people I met said that all they wanted was to find a way to make a living.
In Whitby, a picturesque town whose fishing industry has largely given way to tourism, kipper smoker Derek Brown held up some herring and pointed out that none of the fish he used were locally caught. For the past 30 years or so they have all been imported from Norway and Iceland. The smokers “defrost them overnight” he muttered, as if passing on a secret recipe.
In Redcar, oil tankers passed along the coast. A handful of golfers were out on the links, but in town, places were closed down, door after door. Those shops that werent closed were bargain pound shops, charity shops, a pie shop, a sweet shop.
And a shoe shop – with a sign in the window saying there was a clearance sale.
Redcars steelworks closed down in 2015. “Theres no work around here,” said John Mohan, a 73-year-old who spent 40 years at the steelworks. “No nothing now. Theyre gonna pull all that down shortly, all the works.”
The liveliest spots along this stretch were amusement arcades – brightly lit halls filled with gaudy game machines. People, some of them carrying plastic buckets rattling with coins, would go inside. Peering in, I saw punters slot two-pence-piece after two-penceRead More