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.
The last thing you need when you’re changing on the beach, is someone sketching you.
Between two deans: Rotting and Salt. Smells quite nice though.
…for a book on the beach…