Winter sun


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!

Bandstands, beach huts and seaside can stay. Brexit, Boris and stupid pandemics can get stuffed.



Those naughty Normans, always leaving their ruins lying about. Someone could trip over that!

Sea, sun and satisfaction.


1600 years old and still standing – with a little help!

After an hour standing in the cold, I might need a little shoring up too…


Today… served with ice (brrrr).

A new Seawhite sketchbook. Step aside first page. Your pale, dead stare doesn’t scare me!
