Heading home from Brighton . . . On the 6:18 express to Gatwick and Victoria station, lots of room to spread out and write, thank God. Turns out that having the portable keyboard with me makes it possible to type even on the roughest parts of the track. And, frankly, my dears, having something to write about and an audience, however, small feels like freedom to me! So, whoever reads this, bless your little ol’ hearts. Or heart, depending. Had a lovely day in Brighton. Weather was fabulous. See attached pictures taken with the iPad. Bloody awkward to lug around but the quality isn’t bad. This is gonna be all about pictures so here we go. First up is Bailey, the pub cat at the Hand and Heart where we stopped for a pre-lunch drink (and
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