Just been over to Worthing to see the guts of the Ice Prince.

Even standing on the beach it’s difficult to take in the incredible amount of wood that’s been washed up and which stretches off to the vanishing point. I doubt the photos do it justice (click on them to see larger versions). Despite being thoroughly waterlogged, the wood still gives off the scent of pine resin.

It’s like a huge art installation. I wouldn’t be surprised if someone bought a load of the wood to try and recreate the spectacle on a smaller scale in Tate Modern’s Turbine Hall.

They’re fencing off the beach at Worthing to prevent public access while the clean up goes on. So if, for some reason, you want soaked, smashed up and dangerously splintery planks of cheap pine, head for Shoreham where there’s much less wood but also less surveillance.