I have so many memories of West Pier in Brighton. Some from when I was lonely and afraid. Some are sad and make me cry. Some are inspiring and make me smile.
I’ve never been able to walk onto the pier. It’s like an offshore phantom. I think that there’s something quite beautiful about glamour in decline.
It’s in the evenings at this time of year that I miss it the most. Then the starlings come home to roost. They are from all over the world and will be moving on soon. But together each evening their display is spectacular.
I was sad to read about the lonely and afraid moments - but I’m pleased you remember the better times, too.