Brighton breezy, isn't it?

Above: John and Sue's party, or is that a doctor's waiting room...

John plays cricket with this man, and Momus wrote a song about him apparently, he played it to me at the end of the night:

and here's some pics from the very dramatic sea in the morning and during the day, Brighton looks good when it's windy:

Waterloo Street, our old haunt The Iron Duke is as the bottom of this street

one of the big old windows of The Bristol, looking out from the seafront

North Laines

I'm halfway through Daphne du Maurier's "Jamaica Inn", enjoying it more than I thought, I recognize a lot of the places in Cornwall. Want to go back to places like Padstow and the Bodmin Moor...

in the Evening Star (the obligatory stop before getting the train back!), dressed like a not quite convincing "Le Donk"