Still nothing new to say, so here's a load of pics from recent days:

Crow on beach:



Walking in the rain:



and looking up:



View across the bay - I always feel I'm facing south when I'm on the beach looking at the sea, but it cannot always be true:



Pier on fire:



Pier here:



Pre-Christmas, pre-death Bowie gig, not just idolising the recently deceased:



Copy of medieval picture of Norman soldiers on a boat:



Scrap of fabric still clinging to lamp-post by pier, left in Oct 2013, by first person to complete sponsored walk for ED's van:



deck chairs



Helter skelter:



Pier:



Bra:



Tonight I am full of the aftermath of raised hopes, after the hooha around a second cure for MS in recent days, also a non-starter for either ED or SIL, good for some but not for us, but oh, the hope, the fucking flicker of the possibility that she could speak again and be really with us, man. Killer.

Grateful for: Corbyn; Sanders; someone handing my purse and all its cash in to the police station before I even knew I'd lost it; bed; drugs

xxxxx