The sun and warmth are coming back. The quiet low tide. Fishermen pulling bait worms out of the sand. A lone seagull chills and looks out at the horizon. The vastness of it all. ‘Am I significant?’, it asks itself.
The Landing, sculpture by Leigh Dyer. Bitterly cold day during ‘Beast from the East’, on Hastings Beach.
Very early in the morning on Hastings Pier. The rail has just been cleaned ahead of the RIBA Stirling Prize (which it later won).