The West Pier, Brighton. Was designed by Eugenius Birch and opened in 1866. It was the first pier to be Grade I listed in Britain but has become increasingly derelict since its closure in 1975. Here it is today, a sad and sorry site for sore eye’s. The i360 has been built where the pier entrance used to be.
Now, a poem by Catherine Mansfield – The Opal Dream Cave
In an opal dream cave I found a fairy: Her wings were frailer than flower petals – Frailer far than snowflakes. She was not frightened, but poised on my finger, Then delicately walked into my hand. I shut the two palms of my hands together And held her prisoner. I carried her out of the opal cave, Then opened my hands. First she became thistledown, Then a mote in a sunbeam, Then – nothing at all. Empty now is my opal dream cave.
Detail of fishermen and turbines from across the harbour entrance
Fishing off the harbour arm
An egret with the brakes on!
With extra arms
Dog having a wail of a time in Portsmouth.
Peaceful scene on the downs at Clapham, West Sussex – Christmas morning.
Onto the Staten Island Ferry, New York.
Westminster Bridge at night.
Bognor Regis Seafront
Green Park, London
Two Horses – Edburton nr. Brighton
Pheasant
A walk in the woods taking great care to watch out for rattlesnakes and bobcats
Portugal – Atlantic Coast
West Pier, Brighton at sunset
Brighton Beach
