Autumn beach
Letter to the dump
Dear dump,
Why do you always temporarily close when I turn up?
Well I have the last laugh this time, because my sketchbook was in the passenger seat. Ha!
Recycle that in your pipe.
Lots of love
Me
Chillin’ at Brighton Pavilion
Brighton Arrivals
In the name of love
Somewhere over the rainbow Brighton warms up for Pride 2018 this weekend.
At the bank…
at the Coffee Shop…
at the fancy new brasserie (smart casual only people)…
at the chartered accountants…
at the interior designers…
at the organic whole foods shop…
at the library…
That’s a whole weeks worth of gay propaganda in one day, which hopefully serves as atonement for missing the parade this year!
Whatever next!
I must have swallowed too much salt water as I am hallucinating sun umbrellas and swimmers on Brighton Beach at 7 in the evening!
Beached
On yer bike!
Lycraphobes locked their doors today as the London to Brighton Bike Ride hit town.
Not even stopping to shake some Lycra in Bar Broadway.
Friday feeling
The i360 has landed. 
The Smoke House is being bombarded.
It must be Friday evening in Brighton and Hove.
21 today!
I finished my 21st sketchbook today with two sketches in Brighton.
First’ ‘Pen to Paper’ from the Flour Pot Bakery on Sydney Street.
Followed by Jersey Street in Hanover.
Filling a sketchbook can come with a sense of achievement, but it can also be a bit sad, filing away all those memories of the past few months.
I decided to get that difficult first page out of the way with a sketchbook trip down memory lane. The bottle of Bombay Sapphire is just for scale. Honest.
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