Keeping a salt-caked eye on the high tide.
The moments that make up a dull day.
Brighton sky showing off again.
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.
That is the question.
Thanks to the nice woman who kept a healthy 2m distance to look my sketch, even though she’s “not into all that social distancing nonsense”. Together we will find a way.
Can’t feel your hands? Can’t feel your feet? You must have been in the English Channel.
Topless pier and bottomless bathers.
At the Laughing Dog, Brighton Marina.
Small people dreaming of big houses. The Octagon, Brighton Marina.