Have always thought where there’s water there’s a pier or jetty and if there’s a pier I usually find it. Have had a love of piers since I was a child when my grandmother, Doris, would take me for endless walks and sand filled picnics on the beach in Blackpool. On a recent trip to London I found a pier on the river bank and had to clamber down to the stony beach to get a photo.
Not being satisfied with a regular photo I ended up once again crouching down low and then decided to just sit on the stones as was easier. This resulted in me walking around the capital with a sandy dark stain on my jeans for the rest of the day….Not a good look for an old bird of my age but I did get my shot of more fine pier legs.