The waters break

Up at 7 and finished off the amends to my poems for A Guernsey Double, Jane and Richard's feedback very useful. They are now, officially, done. Feels weird, and I want to get on with the next thing now, whatever that is.

Off to Brighton Marina, where Lorraine and I scuttled about avoiding surges of seaspray on the breakwater, and after getting thoroughly drenched went for a coffee. I spent the evening quietly at home, twitching about going into school again tomorrow morning.

Below breakwater on Brighton Marina. The water makes for amazing photos.