The huts on the pier looked rather bizarre without the sun and summer crowds, and very lonely.
From the other side, less so as they were all clumped together.
Lunch at the Beachcomber, then another amble on a freezing cold promenade and through the streets - we both like just ambling. As the light went at tea-time, the horizon developed a shaded line, as though someone had carefully applied eye-liner - it was beautiful, and looked very cold and forbidding at the same time.
Then it rained, and rained and rained.....Time for a cup of tea.