Moth To A Flame Triptych, Brighton

The trip down to Brighton was uneventful, just the usual bottleneck at Tunbridge Wells. When we drew into the city itself it was overcast and very, very windy. Then, just as we went for a walk in the short period before dusk, a golden sun appeared over the crashing waves. On the seafront your eyes are drawn to the derelict, iconic West Pier, like a moth to a flame. So today's images are a tribute to it's wonderful visual addictiveness.