It was a sunny but chilly Sunday, so we went early down to the beach. At about 9 am the prom' boasted just a few Joggers and Dog-walkers, otherwise we had it to ourselves. The 'revellers' were all still in bed!
Billy had a swim (paddle), and a few local stalwarts braved the water as well; they didn't stay in too long.
We came home via The Pavilion, outside of which was this nice clear sign (below).
Whilst passing a well known Italian Restaurant I decided to look at their menu. The Italian chef had just arrived and was unlocking the door when he said 'Buongiorno'. We then had a 15 min conversation with him about everything Italian, and his wonderful new £40,000 pasta making machine. Life is never dull in Brighton.
Whilst in the Pavilion Gardens a desperate young lady came running up to me and asked for a Dog Poo Bag. Luckily Lady M had one, and the lady's embarrassment was saved. Naughty Pooch, and even naughtier young lady for not having a bag.
Just another Brighton morning. We met people we knew, we sat on the Prom', and we enjoyed the ambiance.