The last of an unexpectedly busy month, and my second in Brighton. The concrete ledge above it marks the end of the line, the southernmost point of the tracks. It looks a fairly sheltered spot so it may well have lasted a while, but I had to run for the train on my return journey, so didn't have time to see if it was still there. Annoyingly that dash was rendered meaningless as the train I dashed to broke down at Haywards Heath.
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