Let’s hope she put her thermals on. Frozen rigid in Rottingdean.
At the Laughing Dog, Brighton Marina.
The woman, The Cricketers, the Black Lion one man and his dog.
A biro, coffee and a quiet moment.
Reading the paper.Reading the phone.
…for coffee and a crossword.
All dressed up for morning coffee.
My day started with commuters at the Flying Coffee Bean, Brighton station.
Followed by a pilgrimage to Waterstones specifically to sniff books, drink coffee and sketch out of that window.
Can you believe someone had already nicked the table. What’s more, he was ‘reading’* of all thing. Outrageous!
*I very much approve of reading, just not in my seat.
A damp day at the Trading Post Coffee Roasters, Brighton, UK. Damn fine cup of coffee.
Even in the endless deluge of monsoon season, the ancient town, and UNESCO World Heritage Site of Hoi An is awash with colour.
When I visited this time last year, we spent the days wading through puddles, wandering through the lantern filled shops and of course, getting measured at the tailors.
View from Hoi An Roastery, Japanese Bridge
It’s common for Hoi An to suffer flooding, but that week, the waters of the Thu Bon river stayed safely between the river banks, just teetering on the verge of overflowing.
The only way to drip dry, was to consume huge amounts of strong, smoky, sugar-rich Vietnamese coffee in the various Hoi An Roastery’s scattered around the town.