Swap your phone
…for a book on the beach…
…for a book on the beach…
The sky today was rather queer…
You might not ever get rich
But let me tell ya it’s better than diggin’ a ditch
The i360 has landed.
The Smoke House is being bombarded.
It must be Friday evening in Brighton and Hove.
The newly unveiled Hove Plinth was getting lots of attention today. The first sculpture on display is Jonathan Wright’s mechanical model of the solar system, featuring the delights of Hove rather than boring old planets.
Blatchington windmill is my personal favourite.

This year I’m doing Inktober for the first time, so expect a drawing every day, throughout October, only in ink.
I will be following urban sketcher rules and part of the time I will be taking a trip to Las Vegas and touring the US national parks, so I should have some interesting subjects!
Follow me on instagram (cmoorelifeuk – note the ‘uk’, the other is an imposter!) or Facebook. I plan to upload the full results to my blog.
Here’s day one. Adelaide Crescent in Hove, UK.
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8:15am It’s a doggy!
Thanks to Martlets Hospice and Wild in Art, you can’t walk down the street in Brighton and Hove at the moment, without the hearing excited shouts of SNOWDOG! SNOWDOG!’
After weeks of procrastination, the enthusiasm of the small people in my life, inspired me to commit to a long distance, urban sketchathon, to capture all 40-odd Snowdogs by the Sea before they go to their kennels on the 27th November.
If you enjoy these sketches, please make a donation to Martlets Hospice or the Brighton Housing Trust – it’s cold out there.

8:50am Just before the café door obscured the view…

10:00am A quiet moment

11:00am Didn’t know what time it was my face was odd odd odd…

11:45am Pit stop

12:30pm Too darn hot!

1:00pm GET DOWN FROM THERE NOW!

2:00pm The sight of this filled me with dread

3:00pm Small people dressed as witches, staring silently at you are unnerving

4:00pm Crimes against music on the pier

5:00pm No… get down … NOW!

9:00pm Using my palette from memory in the dark
Many thanks to all the artists who gave their time to create these fabulous dogs. Donate now! More to follow…
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How much is that doggie in the window? Adelaide Crescent. (Sorry pooch lovers, there isn’t really a dog in this picture, no matter how hard you look)
It’s February and it feels like it’s been dark forever! To combat all those winter blues, I decided to add a bit of Naples yellow and Permanent Rose to my palette.
These chaps must have been feeling the same, as they completely removed their windows to let in more light.
Seems a bit drastic, particularly with snow predicted. Still, those Regency enthusiasts know what they are doing.
If you are feeling a bit ‘grayscale’, I recommend taking a walk through Hanover. It has more colour than a Dulux swatch.

After a frosty morning urban sketching in Hove, what you need is a comfy chair and a hot coffee.
Then you can feel your fingers and toes and do it all over again.

Taking inspiration from David Cameron, I decided to jump on the bandwagon today and take in a bit of flood tourism.
I’m not shameless enough to gawp at those unfortunate enough to have their homes ruined by the ceaseless deluge we’ve experienced this winter. Instead I opted for the softer option of a visit to Brighton and Hove seafront.
Despite a big clean up after the raging high tides in January, you will still find yourself wading through pebbles and bits of pier. Forget wellies, I recommend a hard hat and some totectors!
The West pier suffered further collapse a couple of weeks ago, although you wouldn’t know it until you face it head on.
It was like watching 5 year olds dance at a school play, as those normally tightly synchronised rows of beach huts shuffled shambolically in the wind, swimming amongst pebbles and bits of old net.
There’s no room for exactness when you are Winter sketching, particularly when you can’t actually feel your hands anymore!