I see thy glory like a shooting star fall to the base earth from the firmament

For around 30 years people have discussed the fate of West Pier in Brighton. Promises have been made, funky signs proclaiming “this is what we’re going to do” have gone up, and nothing has ever been achieved.

Every time I went to brighton I’d go and see this fabulous structure; one which I remember as whole in my childhood. And at each visit I would be pained to see what had been allowed to happen to it. I knew that it had been severely damaged by fire; but I’d not seen the extent of the destruction.

This photo, another shot from urbex really shocked me. Up on my wall is a photo I took two years ago of a structure that could have been saved. A structure remarkably intact.

But now what remains is a mass of rusting, twisted metal.