The consumptive West Pier continues its long, slow death.
It really creeps me out that the end of the pier is completely cut off from the land now. When I was a teenager, I stood at the end of a long pier in the Netherlands on a dark and very windy day. It was thrilling and petrifying in equal measure to stand out there and have the wind whip around me as I looked down at the wild North Sea. The "petrifying" part of that feeling comes back to me when I imagine what it would be like to be trapped on a fragile structure out in the water like that, with no way to get back to land, and with the waves crashing all around me…
Not that anyone is or ever has been trapped on the West Pier, mind you. My overactive imagination just likes to whisper things like, "What if you were stuck out there alone and no one could help you…?"
"The ballroom is isolated in the sea" - yeeps, that gives me the shivers.