Worthing woke up in a thick layer of fog this morning. Visibility was just five metres ahead and made for an eerily still and silent walk through the park to school.
Down at the seafront the foggy cloud was even more dense but gradually brightened without dissipating as a luminous white ball of sun rose higher in the sky.
Shades of oyster, lavender and grey were only broken by the sight of colourful rags of fishing nets and rope wrapped around the steel girders beneath the pier. Worthing Pier had been yarn bombed by the sea!
