A mild morning
Up early and Anton and Baby Klauds came around first thing, and I joined them on a long wander through Brighton up into Kemptown as the town was getting ready for the day. Stopped off in a cafe called Little Red Roaster. Enjoyed sitting on the sofa drinking great coffee, with Anton pointing out in admiration the cigarette stained ceiling (no smoking now of course) as Klaudia drank some milk and picked off bits of candy from the top of a small cake.
Really nice walking about town before it was busy, glimpsing the sea from time to time, down the streets that slope from Kemptown to the front. Klaudia pointing at seagulls on rooftops and chuckling.
Lots of people wearing poppies for Armistice Day (mine fell off my Guernsey in about 20 minutes), and we saw one naval man walking along clutching a ceremonial sword.
Then to Anton's new favourite butchers, which specialises in local meat. I bought some chops of Sussex lambs, and Anton a large piece of a Sussex pig. Enjoyed the butcher being passionate about his product, and telling you which village the lambs were from, what interests they had in their brief lives, etc. Good though with all this business about food miles, that this food came from very close by.
Earnest conversations with Anton, as I was in purchasing mode. Talking about TVs and CD players. On his advice I got an excellent and very clear sounding CD player to replace my doomed one. The TV quest proved futile however. I hate talking to sales people.
A blameless, quiet night in.
Up early and Anton and Baby Klauds came around first thing, and I joined them on a long wander through Brighton up into Kemptown as the town was getting ready for the day. Stopped off in a cafe called Little Red Roaster. Enjoyed sitting on the sofa drinking great coffee, with Anton pointing out in admiration the cigarette stained ceiling (no smoking now of course) as Klaudia drank some milk and picked off bits of candy from the top of a small cake.
Really nice walking about town before it was busy, glimpsing the sea from time to time, down the streets that slope from Kemptown to the front. Klaudia pointing at seagulls on rooftops and chuckling.
Lots of people wearing poppies for Armistice Day (mine fell off my Guernsey in about 20 minutes), and we saw one naval man walking along clutching a ceremonial sword.
Then to Anton's new favourite butchers, which specialises in local meat. I bought some chops of Sussex lambs, and Anton a large piece of a Sussex pig. Enjoyed the butcher being passionate about his product, and telling you which village the lambs were from, what interests they had in their brief lives, etc. Good though with all this business about food miles, that this food came from very close by.
Earnest conversations with Anton, as I was in purchasing mode. Talking about TVs and CD players. On his advice I got an excellent and very clear sounding CD player to replace my doomed one. The TV quest proved futile however. I hate talking to sales people.
A blameless, quiet night in.
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