‘Hope’ is the thing with feathers
That perches in the soul
And sings the tune without the words
And never stops at all
Oh do be quiet Emily Dickinson we are trying to watch the massive cygnets.
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…for a book on the beach…
Brighton beach life
Coats. Boots. Balaclava. Brrr!
Weed feeding
The cygnets in Queens Park were on a weed feeding frenzy today. The occasional stretch revealed the first splash of white wing-tips.
Pen and Cob about to ward off the geese.
Not The Ugly Ducklings
Over the last couple of months, Queens Park in Brighton has been host to sextuplets. 
Six weeks ago these fluffy little Cygnets were barely bigger than a hand. In the last week, their tiny chicken-like wings have doubled in size.
Time to sketch these beauties before I miss the chance!
Windy bottoms
This ridiculously windy spot at the base of Castle Hill nature reserve, marks the spot where Standean bottom meets Falmer bottom meets Balsdean bottom. 
We have to find small pleasures where we can.
Rottingdean Beach
Mooning in the park
A busy afternoon in Queens Park, Brighton as Luke Jerram’s Museum of the moon lands on the pond. Sooo cool!
Throw me over your left shoulder!
The bluest skies you’ve ever seen in Saltdean.
Sunday best
All dressed up for morning coffee.
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