The golden hour at the end of the day last Thursday, the day I photographed the rusty structure that juts out of the water just off the end of the pier, the resulting photograph and blog post being Rust and Water.
Eastbourne Pier, opened during the Victorian era in 1870 when ‘pleasure piers’ were the height of fashion, stretches 1,000 feet (300 metres) into the sea. I’ve always thought piers a strange phenomena, as they are so often devoid of life, save for those few who frequent the slot machine arcades at the front of the pier, just beyond the ubiquitous seaside fish and chip bars that can be found at the entrance to every English pier.
That said, there’s also something rather beautiful about many of the Victorian piers, but sadly, as a result of fires (that many believe to be arson connected to rival interests or insurance claims), two neighbouring piers have met their demise in recent years. The West Pier in Brighton suffered extensive fire damage in both March and May of 2003, and more recently Hastings Pier was engulfed by devastating flames just over a year ago. So, although I’m not a fan of the pleasure pier per se, I do appreciate being able to walk so far out to sea and enjoy the view back to the shore, as well as the elevated feeling of standing above the water.