Brighton beach life
Coats. Boots. Balaclava. Brrr!
Coats. Boots. Balaclava. Brrr!
Three weeks older, white tipped wings stronger every day, the Queens Park cygnets may soon be on their way.
Sometimes it’s tricky to know when to stop working on a painting. In this one, less may have been more.
Second time around, maybe it was about right.
The cygnets in Queens Park were on a weed feeding frenzy today. The occasional stretch revealed the first splash of white wing-tips.
Pen and Cob about to ward off the geese.
Over the last couple of months, Queens Park in Brighton has been host to sextuplets.
Six weeks ago these fluffy little Cygnets were barely bigger than a hand. In the last week, their tiny chicken-like wings have doubled in size.
Time to sketch these beauties before I miss the chance!
Trump crash lands in Brighton. City devastated at the fatality.
This ridiculously windy spot at the base of Castle Hill nature reserve, marks the spot where Standean bottom meets Falmer bottom meets Balsdean bottom.
We have to find small pleasures where we can.

A busy afternoon in Queens Park, Brighton as Luke Jerram’s Museum of the moon lands on the pond. Sooo cool!
The bluest skies you’ve ever seen in Saltdean.
All dressed up for morning coffee.