The Mound

Lorraine and I called in at the Mound, variously described as a community garden, on a patch of land in the centre of Brighton which has been unusued for 14 years. Some community gardeners have cleared it out of the years of accumulated dumped rubbish, and are starting little raised beds and trying to coax some life out of the stony ground. Just read that the developers have sent strong arm men in there to rough them up, although there is no intent to build on the land for the foreseeable future. It is going to court next week. I hope the gardeners prevail.

Then a spot of shopping: or rather Lorraine trying on various dresses to wear at Richard and Jane's wedding and me offering opinions. Nothing bought. Then off for an amble by the sea, which felt warm in the sun, and a sit in the Pavilion gardens for a cup of tea.

Mum called and I was sad to hear that she has shingles, which is affecting her leg, and is at least pleased that it has now been diagnosed. Looking forward to getting Monday over with.

Below the Mound on Church Street.