It's a brilliant day here, the low late September sun catching the tops of the waves and making them glitter, a cloudless blue sky, the light appearing to stretch the sea beyond the horizon - a marvelous sense of space.
Unfortunately (from a selfish p.o.v. ) the promenade is crowded, the pebble beaches packed. On the other hand, the sense of Saturday bustle is energising. A day like this reminds me how good it is to live here. Brighton is never the sort of place to have to oneself.
I'm hardly ever here on Saturdays. This week, I go to see my mother tomorrow.
