I had a couple of occasions last year to go to Brighton; for my overseas subscribers, a seaside town on the south coast of England. It is a curious place; kind of grubby, grungy, chic, bohemian, trendy, seedy, elegant , vulgar, expensive, cheap … a mass (or mess) of contradictions.  The beach looks south, France is just over the horizon but the impression is of open sea and big sky. It is just a plain pebble beach, no streams, cliffs or rocks so a landscape photographer has their work cut out for them. And the best options are to combine the big skies with the man-made features. The local scenery includes the burned hulk of the west pier, whose post-arson skeletal remains do indeed provide a number of opportunities to those who look. Of  course the first image with a dark stormy sky was taken in the British summertime, whilst the lighter pretty sunset was in the wintertime. Gaia loves to play with the British weather; we have so much of it and talk about it all the time.