Shopping in Brighton
The streets still slidy, but had the most relaxing and productive day's Christmas shopping I can remember weaving in the lanes, and punctuated with a warming coffee. The shops weren't too busy, which was nice. Down on East Street a new clothes shop has opened, its window display made up of what must have been a hundred old sewing machines. A really amazing display, which I found myself having to photograph.
At the end of the shopping ended up in Borders, which has three days left of its existence. A melancholy scene.
On the way home Lorraine and I had a refreshing pause in The Caxton for a post five hour shopping bout beer. Then home to get changed, and off to Bills restaurant, where we met Lorraine's neighbours Sarah and JD, Patrick and Angie, and the Dawn for a delicious meal in a curiously empty restaurant. Due to frozen streets and it being a Sunday I suppose. I had a fisherman's pie, followed by a gorgeous berry crumble. Friendly bunch of folks, and lots of chatting about a variety of things including the likeable JD's wikipedia entry (he is a well known French rock journalist) which is largely fictitious, even claiming he played for Arsenal.
Treading safely under the new moon on the ice free Twitten pavement.
Below more sewing machines than you can shake a stick at (click to enlarge), and the scene in Borders with three days to go.
The streets still slidy, but had the most relaxing and productive day's Christmas shopping I can remember weaving in the lanes, and punctuated with a warming coffee. The shops weren't too busy, which was nice. Down on East Street a new clothes shop has opened, its window display made up of what must have been a hundred old sewing machines. A really amazing display, which I found myself having to photograph.
At the end of the shopping ended up in Borders, which has three days left of its existence. A melancholy scene.
On the way home Lorraine and I had a refreshing pause in The Caxton for a post five hour shopping bout beer. Then home to get changed, and off to Bills restaurant, where we met Lorraine's neighbours Sarah and JD, Patrick and Angie, and the Dawn for a delicious meal in a curiously empty restaurant. Due to frozen streets and it being a Sunday I suppose. I had a fisherman's pie, followed by a gorgeous berry crumble. Friendly bunch of folks, and lots of chatting about a variety of things including the likeable JD's wikipedia entry (he is a well known French rock journalist) which is largely fictitious, even claiming he played for Arsenal.
Treading safely under the new moon on the ice free Twitten pavement.
Below more sewing machines than you can shake a stick at (click to enlarge), and the scene in Borders with three days to go.
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