Thunder and Brighton Bones

A mellow thundery Thursday. In the afternoon Lorraine zoomed us to the village of Alfriston, where we parked up and visited Much Ado books, a lovely bookshop with old and vintage books, rubbing shoulders with new ones. Lovely inviting space. I bought a hardback copy of The Wind in the Willows which was about 40 years old, Toby straying happily among the books. Somewhere new to lurk in repeatedly. Then we popped across the road to The Singing Kettle cafe, where we ate all unbelievably healthy salads. On the way back to the car, the thunder started and we drove back in wild rain and thunder over Seaford. Absolutely hosing it down when we arrived again.

An hour or so later, Toby and I trained off to Brighton to lurk in The Batty with Anton. Toby and Anton not seen each other for quite a while. Had a few beers, and put the world to rights. Later we rain-dodged down to the Shahi, which although a bit chaotic and slow --was fun. Then up the hill to the Signalman pub for an absolute bloody final half, and a fast game of bones with Anton, before Tobs and I nipped onto the train at London Road. A really enjoyable evening, and a very friendly train guard, who we were chatting to on the way there and said hello to on the way back.

Sad to hear that Jade and Sam aren't able to come at the weekend. Jade picked up a nasty dose of Covid at the conference in Stockholm she's just attended.