The women of Brighton and Hove head to the water, whilst the men and seagulls shiver on the shore. Not a wetsuit in sight!
Bandstands, beach huts and seaside can stay. Brexit, Boris and stupid pandemics can get stuffed.
Sea, sun and satisfaction.
A new Seawhite sketchbook. Step aside first page. Your pale, dead stare doesn’t scare me!
Keeping a salt-caked eye on the high tide.
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.
Topless pier and bottomless bathers.