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!
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.
Friday night : Brighton gearing up for a sunny weekend!
The picture below is a shot from one of my windows, about 7.30am. The view has been changed rather dramatically over the last couple of years – first by the famous i360 tower (known locally as Brighton’s giant loo roll holder – at a cost of £46 million!), then by the curious wind farm (£1.3 billion) – you can see this section on the horizon if you zoom in. I am sure it will be a useful resource – but I fear sunrise and sunset on a clear day will never be quite the same…
And the anticipation? Well, the FESTIVAL of course! Starting at the end of next week. I’ve booked quite a bit. More to come.
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!
I’ll be back soon. Hope/promise.