Good old Sussex by the Sea

Yesterday I awoke to the most beautiful dawn of vivid blues and pinks over the sea.

I drove over the glorious South Downs and did some early morning shopping in the picturesque village of Rottingdean.

I thought of those London commuters pasty-faced, inhaling foul air struggling to work they do not enjoy on a Monday morning.

They are wedded to their city and many would not countenance a move out of it.

To them I say there is not only an acceptable life outside the Great  Metropolis but a better one. Oh, they might reply, London has many more facilities.

Well, maybe not so as later in the day I met a couple of pals in a French style pub in Hove where a jazz quartet plays every Monday afternoon. To reach there and return was a simple bus journey with one change costing £5 for a city saver ticket.

Today my post is more visual than textual but I make no apology for that as the picture tells the story better than I can do.