But NOT right now. It is not itself (and, of course, we all know why).
I love this city – my home for nearly half a century. Normally so tolerant and accepting, there is now an edge of suspicion. We are forced to be unwelcoming – I do understand why we turn away tourists at the station. There are unsettling incidents – I don’t understand why we need three police ( two clearly NOT socially distanced!) to move on one lone adult sitting by himself on a deserted sea front….we are not talking Bank Holiday crowds here…
I think of myself as a very law-abiding citizen. But I have never felt more like marching onto the (totally empty) beach and sitting down on the pebbles. Just because.
I won’t. I’ll watch the sea from my windows. I’ll be grateful for the private gardens we are so privileged to access.
And look forward to this!
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!