I have never been disappointed by anything at the end of a pier. The hollow tap of each step and the flashes of light reflecting off the water below, signal a treat to come. A longstanding love affair, the seed of which was sown during a childhood spent in Brighton , the iconic pier entrance always promised a plethora of delights and never disappointed. The consequent years, spent exploring lands unknown and writing about my experiences have only served to reinforce those positive associations.
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