The women of Brighton and Hove head to the water, whilst the men and seagulls shiver on the shore. Not a wetsuit in sight!
Bandstands, beach huts and seaside can stay. Brexit, Boris and stupid pandemics can get stuffed.
Sea, sun and satisfaction.
Like lockdown 1, but sitting down and ‘exercising’ your sketching hand is allowed.
Keeping a salt-caked eye on the high tide.
Brighton sky showing off again.
A busy morning as Southwick Ship Canal. First a load of planks.
Then me and a very exited bunch of school girls watch the lock open for a second time.
Followed by a rest at Millionaires row.
That is the question.
Thanks to the nice woman who kept a healthy 2m distance to look my sketch, even though she’s “not into all that social distancing nonsense”. Together we will find a way.
Can’t feel your hands? Can’t feel your feet? You must have been in the English Channel.