
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.
Continuing my obsession with Hastings Pier. Wrapped like candy in a blue blue neon glow The calm after Storm Angus is startling. From dramatic clouds, roaring winds and the loud soundtrack of water smashing the pebbles, all has slowed into a much smoother looking state. The sky has become cloudless and sharply cold. The sky is…