Brighton's West Pier ironwork standing in rough grey sea under heavy cloud, a tall central section flanked by two lower ones, looking more symmetrical than before

Storm Austen encouraged another bit of the West Pier to fall away. Over the 25 years I’ve lived here it’s gone from still standing and stable enough for the occasional hard-hat tour, something I regret not doing, to being destroyed bit by bit.

In time I’ll probably look to replace the header image for this blog so it reflects reality.