Rock cake and samba

Spent today not self destructing again. The morning mild mannered, and included a conversation with Ken, who I will go up and have tea with shortly.

Lorraine called by in the afternoon, and we went for a long afternoon stroll along the seafront in the strong wind and by the very rough sea, churning greenly underneath big scudding sometimes rainfilled clouds. Saw the aftermath of a pop concert with pop stars McFly, who I failed to recognise, being surrounded for autographs. Had a cup of tea and half a rock cake in a gale at the meeting place cafe. Rock cakes are rather nice, and I hadn't had one since I was a child.

As we ate the rock cake, a the samba band playing a few yards away turned out to be the one Lorraine's pal Dawn plays with. Chatted to Dawn, who I really like and who can often be seen on any parade that needs a bit of samba drumming. For example she was on the pride march the other week. She commented on how chilled we looked. This was pleasing seeing as I was a seething cauldron of hypochondria at that point. Then watched a her samba band and another combine and play. Something really great about watching them drum, against a backdrop of rough sea and a gale force wind.

Then passed by a brass band and watched them. Quite funny to see a mocking gang of skate boarders scoot past them, and then the Brass banders chuckling about the skateboarders. Brighton's tribes are manifold. It's not just people and seagulls.

Mooched about fairly happily near the sea and among all the drifting musics until it was time to eat something. Opted for the tapas place in the lanes, and had a solitary glass of wine which was really enjoyable. This followed by a spot of tranquil gardening, and some good TV. And I went to bed, feeling reasonably happy that I had refrained from sudden death again, which was nice.

Below the wind and changing weather, a combined samba band the orange ones are called Estrondo which means thunder. Dawn belongs to this group but is unfortunately hidden at the back, Brighton and Hove City Brass and a red haired boy. As ever, click to enlarge.




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