Hastings Pier 3.1.2012

This is one of a trio of photos, that, apart from levelling the horizon, have had no Photoshopping, contrary to my usual practice.
It was a cold January afternoon. I had come to collect our grandson for a weekend visit to us and his dad. The sorry sight of the burnt out pier, the cold dusk light and the incessant rolling in of the waves comes across to me from this shot. It is not a dramatic sunset. The waves are not spectacular. But I can feel the cold wind, as the weak sunshine slips away.