But still got ten tickets left for Brighton Festival events this weekend – 8 for a family outing to BOAT for lunchtime picnic/outdoor Shakespeare – the Tempest this year – and a couple for Medea, Written in Rage. Not at all sure what to expect for this one, but it is apparently ‘different’ and much hyped!
I may already have mentioned how much I appreciate living in Brighton…?! I came to the University of Sussex from small town Berkshire a zillion years ago and, despite the definite problems in the City (housing, drug-related, traffic and parking…) it is such an open minded, creative, quirky, vibrant and simply beautiful place that we have never left. I am lucky enough to spend quite a bit of time in rural France now, but cutting ties with my City by the Sea is just not going to happen.
This might have been my best birthday present ever. A kitchen fire, contemporary with the house, to be lit whenever it snows. We light the drawing room fire every day in Winter, but this one is a special ritual – it is, in fact, too hot for comfort with the oven on… Note my little granddaughter’s ‘ducks’ currently centre stage! And overhead we have this splendid creation from daughter number 2:
Shame my photo isn’t quite so splendid – sorry, but I am improving!
Brighton beach under snow, midday last week. Dark and moody. Not a bad place to start really. It’s where I live and work – and pretty much how I feel right now, fighting this blog setup!