Chilli Pickles and rain tans

Spent a lovely day with Toby and Romy, drifting about in Brighton in the persistent July rain, kept thinking of  "Sitting in an English Garden waiting for the sun/ If the sun don't come, you get a tan/From standing in the English rain." as the Beatles sang.

We popped into The Marwood Cafe for coffee. Had a good talk in there, among all the eclectic art and weird stuff. A little later into The Mock Turtle for a snack, where I had one of their bespoke Welsh Rarebits. Weather really quite astonishing, more like November than July, and the clad for summer Romy and Toby recoiling somewhat, hair whipping about their faces, as we got to the seaside in the howling rain-filled gale.

However great to hang out and shoot the breeze while nosing happily in shops. We popped into the Blue Dog gallery, and saw some of Mum's work and have a chat with the woman working there, talking about business generally, which is quiet. Nobody wants to put their hands in their pockets.  Delightful too on a personal note, to be walking about without hobbling.

Home for a holiday snooze, while I had a chat with Matt on the phone. Suddenly there are some interesting possibilities in the pipeline.

In the evening, joined by Lorraine and Betty, we all headed off to Chilli Pickle in a taxi. I love that restaurant. The food there is so full of flavour, and fully deserves its accolades. Packed too, on a Monday night. An excellent night there. Rolled out into the rain and another taxi home. 

Below Toby and Romy in Brighton.