A perfect day in Brighton
Up early and made tea, then after doing a few chores, and noting with irritation the damage the foxes have already done to our new patio Lorraine and I went out for the day in Brighton.
One of those perfect Brighton days, the centre busy and full all kinds of music from varieties of buskers. We wandered about happily doing some shopping. I popped into the second hand book store where I found a bilingual edition of selected poems by Victor Hugo, including one or two he wrote in Guernsey, one poem Open Windows: Early Morning he talks about all the sounds he can hear, including the bells of the Town church.
Did some shopping, Lorraine looking in shops for fabric, and an earring tree to solve the morning problem of hard-to-find earrings. We paused for coffee at the Marwood Coffee House, more shopping, then popped into The Basketmakers for a bite to eat and a pint at five. Then at six we went to the Kommedia to see the final cut of Blade Runner on a big screen. Just fabulous: a visual feast. Particularly enjoying the sequences in The Bradbury Hotel this time, named after Ray of that name and featuring a completely Bradbury like character of J.F.Sebastian, played by William Sanderson, a young man with an early ageing disease Methuselah Syndrome who "makes his own friends".
Just a perfect day mooching about and spending time with Lorraine. We walked a decent 14k paces while doing so too. Then we hopped on a bus home, and I watched Match of the Day where Chelsea despatched Manchester United. Sent a text to Anton reminding him of the time it was on, but received no reply.
J. F. Sebastian surrounded by his friends.
One of those perfect Brighton days, the centre busy and full all kinds of music from varieties of buskers. We wandered about happily doing some shopping. I popped into the second hand book store where I found a bilingual edition of selected poems by Victor Hugo, including one or two he wrote in Guernsey, one poem Open Windows: Early Morning he talks about all the sounds he can hear, including the bells of the Town church.
Did some shopping, Lorraine looking in shops for fabric, and an earring tree to solve the morning problem of hard-to-find earrings. We paused for coffee at the Marwood Coffee House, more shopping, then popped into The Basketmakers for a bite to eat and a pint at five. Then at six we went to the Kommedia to see the final cut of Blade Runner on a big screen. Just fabulous: a visual feast. Particularly enjoying the sequences in The Bradbury Hotel this time, named after Ray of that name and featuring a completely Bradbury like character of J.F.Sebastian, played by William Sanderson, a young man with an early ageing disease Methuselah Syndrome who "makes his own friends".
Just a perfect day mooching about and spending time with Lorraine. We walked a decent 14k paces while doing so too. Then we hopped on a bus home, and I watched Match of the Day where Chelsea despatched Manchester United. Sent a text to Anton reminding him of the time it was on, but received no reply.
J. F. Sebastian surrounded by his friends.
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