2 metre or not to 2 metre
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.
Après swim
Can’t feel your hands? Can’t feel your feet? You must have been in the English Channel.
Seven Sisters
From mind-the-Birling-Gap.
Swimwear shuffle
The last thing you need when you’re changing on the beach, is someone sketching you.
Under the cliff
Between two deans: Rotting and Salt. Smells quite nice though.
Swap your phone
…for a book on the beach…
Brighton beach life
Coats. Boots. Balaclava. Brrr!
Autumn beach
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!
In the shadow of The Reek
The small chapel on the summit of Croagh Patrick (known locally at The Reek) was shrouded in mist this morning.
By the time I’d managed a truly bracing dip in the Atlantic, it was just visible from the lovely Betra Beach. 
