Just before Christmas we went down to Brighton to visit my
erstwhile boss (and editor still) Peter Lavery. We did a lot of walking there –
so much in fact that my legs were stiff for a couple of days afterwards – and saw
some sights.
Digression: I reckon people who live in towns and cities get
more in the way of healthy exercise than those who live in the country, and by
that I mean walking. You would think that in the country you’d have more
opportunity to go for long rambles, but that’s not generally the case. In my
village we walk for five minutes before the paths run out. If we want to walk
further we have to risk white van driver on the roads or clump through wet clay
and waist-high weeds. If we want a longer and in any way pleasant walk it’s
necessary to drive somewhere that’s possible. If we go to London, Brighton or
Chester we can enjoy walking for miles.
Now, where was I, oh yeah, here’s one of those sights:
It seems Sniper’s old body shell has turned up with a dodgy
paint job on Brighton beach.
4 comments:
o hai guy.
I suspect Sniper might have had a little something to say about the colour scheme!
I think that's probably true about people who live in towns walking more. We live out in the country (Oklahoma, USA) but we drive 10 miles to town to go walking. It seems silly but there's just no safe place closer to home.
Mike and Vaude, the coluor of course is perfect camouflage in Brighton.
Yup, Lynn, we have to drive about five miles for a decent ramble.
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