Brighton dreamin

With just a month left to go in my all-too-short Brighton stint, I've resolved to take more pictures. So this morning, I took my camera out for a walk.


It was a lazy hazy day of summer, perfect beach weather and the inevitable deckchairs.





Some cafe in a great building.


I spent some time reading my book (alas, it was for my dissertation and was thus Frank Furedi's Silent War ) on one of the benches on the promenade over at Hove, which had this inscription on it.



But all too soon, it was time to go back to the flat and continue working on the paper.

Yes, the plastic sheeting is still up. On the bright side, living right at the top means that unlike the poor fellas on the other floors I still get to see some some sky.