Monologue for a Sunday in September:
"What to do... what to do...
But wait! What is this glowing ball of fire I see in the sky?
Why... 'tis the SUN!
Right. Forget the housework, I'm off to the seaside, and I'm takin' the camera with me."
Brighton was certainly bright this afternoon - maybe a little too bright but the West Pier was looking decidedly sorry for itself in its derelict state. So I took pity on it and took photos of it in its misery.