White horses

Extremely windy. Storm Bert. Problems with the train, so Lorraine and I made off to Brighton by bus. We met Penny and Steve in the Dishoom Permit Room. The food very nice but the restaurant very popular and a bit cramped. Also noisy. Now I am an old codger I enjoy a bit of tranquility while strapping on the nosebag. However, we enjoyed ourselves and caught up with Penny and Steve, both recovering from colds, but otherwise chipper. My main from the 'Ruby Murray' section of the menu was a Dishoom Chicken Ruby, lovely it was in a rich satisfying sauce with a lingering peppery warmth. 

After lunch, Lorraine made off back home, and I lurked in Brighton for a bit, being happily buffeted on the peir the sea was white and the wind, especially when it funnelled down the street leading onto the seafront enough to blow people so that they were staggering along. 

Met Anton in the Hampton and we had a cheeky drink there, and Anton ordered some food, which I picked at. Lots to catch up on, and we played a few cheeky games of dominoes too. Then off to the Brick and home via The Evening Star. Great to see Anton. 

First train cancelled, then I caught one to Lewes. Sat in the wretched replacement bus service outside the station, then received dogs abuse from a drunk woman. The bus got stuck in Lewes having been rerouted because of roadworks and I didn't get home till long after midnight. Gah.   

Below white horses at Brighton.