Waves & white cliffs

The women of Brighton and Hove head to the water, whilst the men and seagulls shiver on the shore. Not a wetsuit in sight!
Damp and dripped on in Clarence Gardens, Brighton.
Bandstands, beach huts and seaside can stay. Brexit, Boris and stupid pandemics can get stuffed.
Those naughty Normans, always leaving their ruins lying about. Someone could trip over that!
Sea, sun and satisfaction.
Today… served with ice (brrrr).
A new Seawhite sketchbook. Step aside first page. Your pale, dead stare doesn’t scare me!