Southport is well known here for its lack of sea which is rather unfair. The coast shelves very gently and the water goes out a long way at low tide leaving a beautiful, somewhat barren landscape of open sand merging into treacherous mud flats. On stormy, blustery days in autumn, when most of the tourists have gone, it becomes a lonely, haunting space; the preserve of black-headed gulls and the occasional heron. When the cloud lifts you can see Blackpool and the tower across the bay to your right and, if you're lucky, the mountains of North Wales off in the far distance to your left.
These are a few pics I took this week from the pier whilst dodging the rain.