"You must be mad!" is what my wife said to me when I woke her at 5.30 am and told her that I was going to walk down to the seafront to see what it looked like.
I took my paint box.
This is what I saw at 6.30ish as the sun rose behind the Palace Pier.
The seafront was getting busy with cleaners, joggers, and left over revellers from the night before. There is one sitting on the beach next to the Groyne while another throws stones at the waters edge.
5.30. just exactly "when is that".Is that a time?? Plein air painting is a drug.
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