Brighton on a sunday afternoon in June.
Just managed to catch this shot in between the people walking by.
It seemed that people felt it was too windy to sit in the deckchairs, and with the burned out West Pier in the background it all looks a bit like a ghost town.
The West pier used to be my favourite of the two piers of Brighton when I was a kid. As well as a brilliant Helter Skeler, it had a lovely theatre on it and I performed on the stage there as a youngster. The pier gradualy fell into disrepair in the 1970’s and I could never understand how Brighton council let it decay so badly.
Eventually there were ideas to restore it but it caught fire one night (by accident?), and that put paid to any prospect of restoration and rebuilding.
So it lingers to be photographed as it gradually rots down into the sea, a haven for starlings and a perch for seagulls. And still Brighton will not put it out of it’s misery. surely it’s now time to demolish the remains and perhaps rebuild a replica instead of just waiting for the storm of the century to finish the job.
A truly sad state of affairs for a “seaside city” relying heavily on tourism.