Rottingdean, Sunday. The beach clean-up was just packing up as we arrived – story of my life, but we’ve got this September’s Great British Beach Clean in our diaries.
Inspirational breathing – yup, we’re definitely in Brighton
Kate and I work out which way up it goes
see the nice clean beach?
Information on this year’s Great British Beach Clean – https://www.mcsuk.org/beachwatch/greatbritishbeachclean
Every now and then I am reminded how connected we all are to each other. After all, we all come from the same source, however you view it. We come from the same planet! And we have to look after it properly – that’s our project, and it’s clear many millions are now very occupied with this project.
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the windmill at West Blatchington
It’s a 19th century windmill now finding itself on a small traffic island on a residential Hove street.
Behind is St Peter’s Church, complete with tea room, although I left my wallet behind so I’ll have to give the tea a miss.
Actually it’s not quite true I forgot my wallet, but after leaving the house and returning to my car twice to retrieve things I’d forgotten I decided, well, hang it.
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These are the last days of summer – warm, peaceful, precious. There’s a storm predicted this afternoon but so far you wouldn’t guess it.
I’ve discovered a bit more of the Downs. Black Down, the highest point in the National Park, acquired by the National Trust for all of us.
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