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Climbing Elm Grove

I’ve lived in Brighton at the bottom of a mile long steep hill for six years. Until recently I had no idea of the views from the top as it is too far and steep to walk and buses are infrequent. Today we hopped in Suzie Smart Car and went to check out the views. On one side you can see nothing but greenery and the sea beyond, the other the lined streets of coloured houses in Brighton and the curve of the Sussex coastline. We were surround by the sound of grasshoppers, birds and the gentle breeze in blowing through the leaves. The roadside was lined with plants and flowers. These photos do not do the view justice, but I had to share them to tempt you to the top of Elm Grove.

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A Grand Anniversary

This week my wife and I celebrated our fifth wedding (civil partnership) anniversary in style. Our itinerary looked a little something like this:

Credit to Nat Rubins-Lawrie for quite a few of the photos, thanks old bird!

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Seaford In Spring

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Escaping Brighton over the viaduct.
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Train views.
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The bluest sky of 2017.

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Twitching (bird watching).

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Very happy to be out of Brighton.
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The colour of this water looks like anywhere but the English Channel.

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Secret beaches beyond the rocks

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A break in the throngs of dog walkers.

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Jornaling on the beach.
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Back to Brighton, for now…
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A Blustery Afternoon on Brighton Pier

A rare afternoon out lead to a wet and windy trip to Brighton Pier.

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After filling my face in Harvester (who can resist the endless salad and filled potato skins?!) we headed to the pier for some sea air and arcade fun.

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Seagulls fighting the gusts

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Living a twenty minute walk away from the sea front would lead you to think I’d be there all the time, and if I had my own way I would be. But chronic illness doesn’t allow for that so I make the most of it when I can.

Blustery weather is one of my favourite times to visit the pier. I love the sound of the pebbles rolling in the waves, the sight of waves crashing against the sea and rocks, and dodging the crashing water splashing everything it comes within fifty feet of.

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The West Pier left in ruins in the distance
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The sound of the pebbles crashing in the waves makes me feel so content with life.
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Brighton Marina is almost invisible in the mist of the sea and rain

After an hour on the pier and emptying a two penny machine of Love Hearts for the grand total of £2, I was ready for the dark bus journey home.

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The tourists stay out longer than me

Of course, this afternoon out means it’s compulsory rest with my kitty the following day, but the pain and exhaustion was totally worth it. I had the best afternoon in what feels like forever. I can’t wait for next time!

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Listening to happy music with Trinny

Karen xx