Monday, 25 May 2015

Underworld, Shiny Chalk Face and Dragon's Breath

Underworld :- An often ignored side of the Brighton Marine Palace and Pier (locally referred to as the Palace Pier but uncermoniously renamed the Brighton Pier back in 2000). She's an incredible mass of Victorian iron, her thin spindly legs holding aloft over three million visitors a year. The Pier cost £137,000 to build and opened for the first time on the 20th May 1899. She is an incredible 536.44 metres (1,760 feet) in length and has a mind blowing 136.79 kilometres (85 miles) of decking / planking. She is now a Grade II listed structure and is one of Britain’s most famous and well known coastal landmarks.

Shiny Chalk Face :- With my back to the English Channel this is the view looking north from a beach a few miles to the East of Brighton. Rocks, pebbles, concrete and chalk. Nothing more. It was late afternoon / early evening and the chalk was glowing slightly from the sunlight reflecting off of it. When you look at it like this it's a surreal and strange place that takes on the look of an alien landscape. This is where I often go to get away from it all. The shot was taken on Saltdean Beach.

Dragon's Breath :- There's a whole world out there somewhere. Lurking within the dense sea mist that rolled up and over the cliffs there's the village of Roedean and to the left of the image (you'll have to take my word for it) there's the famous Roedean Independent School which is a girls' day and boarding school. On this paricular day though you couldn't see a thing. This shot was taken from a public bridleway that runs from the back of Ovingdean Village up over East Brighton Golf Course and then down into Kemptown and Brighton itself. It was a strange feeling standing there surrounded by the fog. As I spun 360° I appeared to be in my own little circular domain. A white wall circled me just a 100 yards away, sound was stifled and muffled. No dogs barking, no bids calling (or flying for that matter)and when I got up there the golf course was unsurprisingly deserted.

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