Sat on the beach one night with a friend who spent a lot of time on this pier when he was a 15 year old runaway in the early 1960's. I'd just (finally) read Brighton Rock a few weeks before and his stories all blurred together with the book. Could almost hear music and the clatter of teacups.
West Pier at night
by Carole Gledhill January. 12, 2014 4752 views