We all had a super time in Brighton.  The weather was stunning and almost everybody was friendly.

One restraunt manager was not happy at having a scruffy artist painting outside, a grumpy miserable owner came out to me voicing his displeasure. No point in responding, I moved two yards down the road and carried, on just ignoring him; he gave up and went away.

Everything else was lovely, did two water-colours and on ink.