Intimidation
Take your beady eye off me. I will never fit in your belly.
Take your beady eye off me. I will never fit in your belly.

You might not ever get rich
But let me tell ya it’s better than diggin’ a ditch
Dear dump,
Why do you always temporarily close when I turn up?
Well I have the last laugh this time, because my sketchbook was in the passenger seat. Ha!
Recycle that in your pipe.
Lots of love
Me
Somewhere over the rainbow Brighton warms up for Pride 2018 this weekend.
At the bank…
at the Coffee Shop…
at the fancy new brasserie (smart casual only people)…
at the chartered accountants…
at the interior designers…
at the organic whole foods shop…
at the library…
That’s a whole weeks worth of gay propaganda in one day, which hopefully serves as atonement for missing the parade this year!
Life moves fast at Perch in Lancing.

The i360 has landed.
The Smoke House is being bombarded.
It must be Friday evening in Brighton and Hove.
The Chattri sits in an unlikely location on the rolling hills above Brighton and Hove.
It’s a peaceful spot to sketch, but I had to navigate several fields of frisky cows and bulls to get to it!

I took some time out from a very lazy stroll from Brighton to Lewes to sketch Ashcombe Mill, Kingston.
A finely dressed gentleman, out avoiding the royal wedding in his motor car, informed me that windmills with six sails are quite rare.
