We did venture out briefly to try to catch the sunset. I think we either missed it or the sun was wrapped in clouds, preventing a fully fledged sunset.
Looking west along the promenade
A red sky at night is proverbially a promise of fine weather on the morrow. Let’s hope the promise is fulfilled.
Pink sky over the Palace Pier
Even looking south, we could see pink clouds. Let it be fine tomorrow!
Another look to the west
Notice the dark shape in the sea roughly in the centre of the picture.
Wreck of the West Pier
Brighton was known as a resort with two piers, the Palace Pier and the West Pier. Compared with the raucous entertainments of the Palace Pier, the West Pier was the genteel cousin, a pier for strolling on rather than guzzling ice-cream and candy floss and playing the slot machines. Brighton could happily accommodate both but the West Pier was allowed to deteriorate. It closed in 1975 and succumbed to a fire (probably deliberate, though no one has ever been held responsible) in 2003. I have been on the West Pier many times and feel very sad at the sight of its charred ruin.