It was still cold today but it was sunny, so we decided to head south for the day. We arrived at Brighton around midday but took a bus outside the station.
Above is a picture of the village pond in the town where we arrived. I was surprised to find a small flock of black-headed gulls feeding and bathing there. They were very lively and fun to watch.
This little town has associations with the writer Rudyard Kipling and parts of the gardens of his house have been preserved and are open to the public. The little town in question is Rottingdean.
Rottingdean was once a pleasant village with cottages and a pebble beach.
It still has pleasant features and the local community looks after it, as evidenced by the cared for Kipling Garden and the little museum, the Grange. It’s undoing is that usual modern plague, the motor car. While we were there, endless streams of traffic crawled through and every street was lined with parked cars, despite double yellow lines.
We had lunch at the White Horse Hotel and then took the bus back to Brighton.
You may have heard of the Quaker Tapestry. This is a massive project based in Kendal but there is an exhibition of it at the Friends’ Meeting House in Brighton. So we went along to take a look.
While I recognize the skill that goes into the design and work, the subject matter does not engage me as I imagine it engages Quakers. I also felt that creating it in sections (each about 2 feet square), while enabling many people in different places to work on it at the same time, reduces the impact. I had better say no more than that.
Afterwards we went for a little walk and saw this clothing shop with its windows full of old sewing machines. A very novel decor.
We then took another bus, this time along the coast to Shoreham. Like other towns in the Brighton area, Shoreham is somewhat overshadowed by its bigger neighbour and not so well known. This is ironic, as it was once the larger and better favoured town.
Evening was coming on and so we took the bus and returned to Brighton station. We soon had a train to take us back to London Bridge.
There we decided to have supper at this curious little Indian restaurant under the railway bridge. Inside it is quite small and as you eat, you can hear the trains rumbling overhead. The food was very good and the portions unusually generous. A good end to a good day out.