Damp and dripped on in Clarence Gardens, Brighton.
Alice and I have both eaten too much cake and now we can’t escape Tier 4!
Those naughty Normans, always leaving their ruins lying about. Someone could trip over that!
Today… served with ice (brrrr).
The woman, The Cricketers, the Black Lion one man and his dog.
Lewes Road, early Sunday morning.
Look Boris, consistency and clarity from Ovingdean to Worthing!
A beautiful afternoon sketching and being tutted at for hogging the ‘sunny’ bench. It’s not ‘art’ if you don’t suffer.