Like huge wind chimes, the rigging on these boats rings and jangles in the slightest breeze. Today was blustery, almost wild for the time of year. So much so that, seconds after this recording, the section of fencing where I had been standing blew over with a crash that stopped everything momentarily – except the chimes.

See the ‘city’ on the horizon?

colours, colours, colours

Bright, undecided sky, and the West pier, still clinging to life.