With all the lovely weather we've had, it seems only sensible to spend some time at the seaside, so Friday found the family and I on a train down to Brighton. I can't think of Brighton without thinking of Lydia and all the officers. (If that doesn't make sense to you, don't worry about it. And if it does make sense to you, I will just take a moment to confirm that I didn't hastily run away with anyone whether military or otherwise). Brighton is a lovely place to be with a camera as it seems to have a very nice colour scheme. Perhaps that's a strange thing to say about a place, but it has natural pebbly driftwood colours mixed with every shade of blue and pops of yellow. My camera liked it very much, and we explored the pier very happily.
The 'Please do not feed the birds' sign proved unnecessary. The birds do not need feeding; they are perfectly capable of feeding themselves as one naughty seagull proved when it snatched a doughnut from my Mum's hand. I would have called its parents and expressed my disappointment in my best teacher tones, but I didn't have the phone number.
This was the only picutre my brother would take with me. He says the sun hurt his eyes. He was clearly not prepared to suffer for my art. Pah. Brothers.
P.S. That's another 7 photos bringing the #500snapsofsummer total to 104 and leaving me with only 396 to take in the next month. I am going to win at this challenge.