a last glimpse as the ferry from newhaven to dieppe exits stage left beyond cuckmere haven

 

ponies at frog firle near alfriston

 

saint andrews church at bishopstone near seaford, almost too tidily restored ...

 

... with twelfth century corbels ...

 

... and bishopstone bird life, jackdaws and weather cock

 

you couldn't make it up ...

i drove past a bus queue on this freezing morning

six of the seven looked rigid and miserable

the seventh was a stout party, about eighteen stone, with a wide and guileless face, dressed in the kind of charity shop clothes from long passed decades that a caring institution might provide

he stood with feet wide apart and bounced up and down, his head thrown back, his right hand using a half-eaten apple as a plectrum for his air guitar