West Pier

I ventured out to the Big City today, journeying all the way from Lewes to Brighton on the train (an arduous ten minute trip). I suffered from extreme culture shock, discovered that Marks & Sparks had repackaged their teabags confusingly, but equipped myself with new underwear and socks. There were loads of people around and the weather was dreadful. However, I traipsed down to the award-winning beach and snapped this sorrowful image of a derelict but still beautiful edifice, the West Pier...