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.
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
Dog having a wail of a time in Portsmouth.
Fishing off the harbour arm
Two Horses – Edburton nr. Brighton
With extra arms
Pheasant
Westminster Bridge at night.
A walk in the woods taking great care to watch out for rattlesnakes and bobcats
An egret with the brakes on!
Green Park, London
Portugal – Atlantic Coast
Bognor Regis Seafront
Onto the Staten Island Ferry, New York.
Peaceful scene on the downs at Clapham, West Sussex – Christmas morning.
West Pier, Brighton at sunset
Brighton Beach
