The bookshops are open!

The shackles have been relaxed a little and the shops have reopened, including Waterstones the bookshop – yay!

I’ve just finished reading my 100th book of the year so what better way to reward myself than a little restocking. Three very different non-fiction books – a true crime, an autobiography and some history/politics.

I’m currently reading Dictators, by Frank Dikötter. It’s an examination of eight twentieth-century dictators. Fascinating stuff with astonishing parallels with the personality of the current American president. It’s enthused me to make an effort to read more history.

My local high street was heaving, due no doubt to the relaxing of the Covid restrictions as well as being not-long-to Christmas. And with Debenhams about to shut, the scavengers were out looking for a bargain.


Don’t jog in the fog

I guess that at my age I’m always likely to get warnings about things I shouldn’t attempt. “Be careful crossing the road”, “Don’t overdo it”.

At the start of my 10 mile walk on a cold, misty morning, I’m warned that joggers are told not to jog in the fog. Something to do with being bad for your chest. I think the relevance to my walk was that I shouldn’t overexert myself in the fog (or mist), particularly at my age. The trouble is, I’m not very receptive to warnings.

The walk has become a favourite of mine and today I decided to do it in the reverse direction and it just seemed like I was doing a new walk. Views that would be behind me were now in front of me, and most of the steep bits seemed to be downhill rather than uphill. So this will probably become the preferred direction when I next do this particular walk.


An early morning walk

An early start on a sunny morning for my often walked 6 miles. Through the woods, past the prison, around or over the golf course, through the park with its many dog walkers, and then more paths on the edge of the woods.


Eastbourne (last day)

Strolls along the promenade on a warm morning and a misty afternoon were a gentle end to our 9-day stay in Eastbourne. We’ve been blessed with wonderful weather, including a couple of days of gales and dramatic seas.

Best memory of our stay? This one at the top of Beachy Head. On two consecutive days I walked up there – what an absolutely fabulous location!


Eastbourne (day 8)

It’s Saturday, the penultimate full day of our holiday. An incredibly warm and sunny morning brought out the locals and day visitors for a stroll on the promenade. We sat on benches – people watching – old people (like us), parents with little ones on scooters, dog walkers (lots of them!). In the afternoon we read The Times and took in the end of the Trump reign, and early evening we picked up two enormous cod & chips from the nearby fish & chip shop. No need to take pictures today, so here are a few left-overs from the week.


Eastbourne marina (day 7)

Well we’re still on our pre-lockdown holiday (which is allowed!) but given the government instructions to not make unnecessary journeys we are limiting our excursions to where we can walk to.

Today, without looking to see how far it was, we walked to Eastbourne marina (it was 4 miles each way!). Walking into a bitterly cold wind on a sunless morning was not a lot of fun although on the return journey the sun had appeared and the wind was on our backs.

Without any impressive boats, the marina was just like any other marina. Fortunately there were a couple of places open where you could get takeaway sustenance and we were more than ready for a coffee and Danish pastry.

Having walked 6 miles to Beachy Head on the two preceding days and another 8 miles today, I think we may just have a couple of easy days before returning home.


Beachy Head (day 5)

On a glorious day (what a contrast to several days of gales) a walk to the end of Eastbourne and up to Beachy Head on the South Downs. An absolutely wonderful morning. Some great images – thank you Sony Rx100 camera! Click on them for bigger pictures.

A steep climb at the beginning
What a terrific view to end the walk