X marks the spot

Connectivity problems yesterday meant I couldn’t post from my laptop. I ran the diagnostic thingey and it said the internet was broken (or something).

Orphan

It looks like some sort of museum artefact, balanced there on the corner of a display case in the Towner Gallery, but in fact it was freshly plucked from the beach earlier that day and slipped into a pocket.

Somewhere, out there

Cloud Sleeping

I am a woman of few words today, as I have been heartily rubbish in my work on my essay, and so must push on.  But I did manage to take this snap when I got home, after a day of emergency first aid training, with my fabulous friend (and now colleague – woohoo!) Barbara of JoBart.

I wish I was cloud sleeping.

When will I ever learn . . .

Today I have been mostly doing this:

It’s about time

Our friends, L and M have, for a long time, been suggesting we join them in visiting the south coastal town of Eastbourne. They insisted that the sea was a colour not matched anywhere else; that the beach had the most interesting pebbles and stones; that the Towner gallery was a treat; and the experience of eating at the Holiday Inn Fish Bar – well, there were no words for that, you just had to do it.

We hadn’t been putting it off, but there never seemed the right time, what with all the usual family commitments and the inability of all members of my lovely family to actually all be out of bed and ready to leave at an early enough time to make it worthwhile.

But somehow, today, we did it.

The sea was a magnificent colour.

The pebbles were intriguing.

The Towner gallery was inspiring.

The Holiday Inn Fish Bar was certainly an experience (tinned peaches and cream anyone?) and it offered a suitably satisfying, reasonably priced lunch. The photo of Jenny’s banana split is kindly supplied by Hubby.

All in all, a lovely day.