But the sky is not as flat as it appears at first sight.

The man who sleeps in the shelter shows how he has befriended the pigeons who take food from his hands.

The evening sun slips down from under the grey clouds towards the horizon.

Whatever the state of the weather or the seaon of the year, there are almost always clouds in sky above the West Cliff Green.

The end of a long summer and everything is growing again

Reading is one of the favourite occupations on the West Cliff Green

The sea shimmers and is almost completely flat

The sea hugs the beach as if tailored to it. Neat little pleats of waves complete the effect.

And then the rain comes down with some enthusiasm.

The sun comes through a layer of bubbly grey cloud. It is late summer warm but all day the sun is veiled by thin high layers which casts a peculiar subdued light on the day.

A perfect late summer evening

The solitary reader. I always ask permission to use photographs of people

Ivy has regained a startling glossy green colour

When the sun shines from between the grey clouds it produces big silver puddles on the raggedy sea. And then the dark shadows from the clouds slide this way and that making a shimmering brocade scene.

Sunshine and showers. But the showers are sudden, intense and almost spiteful. Caught in one there is nowhere to hide.

A surprising sight is where a rose, laden with orange hips has pushed through the mass of brambles previously unnoticed.

A woman props her bike against a bench a sits stretching her arms to cast off the strain of work.

The green jagged waves are polished silver by the bright, grey sky. The surf races in from a long way off shore making a white lace edging to the whole bay.