Today… served with ice (brrrr).
A new Seawhite sketchbook. Step aside first page. Your pale, dead stare doesn’t scare me!
Like lockdown 1, but sitting down and ‘exercising’ your sketching hand is allowed.
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.