shoreham by sea

    Morning coffee

    Enjoying a Tom Foolery coffee while catching up on e-mail and feeds on this beautiful morning…

    Beach Blooms

    The beginning of summer beings blooms into life on Shoreham Beach’s shingle beach habitat.

    Views from the Adur Ferry Bridge

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    Two mornings a week, I walk over the Adur Ferry Bridge to take my little girl to nursery. And then, in the late afternoon, I do the same again.

    Sometimes the views are just stunning. Here’s my favourite five images from the walk this month…

    Spring commute

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    A series of images I grabbed on my commute to London last Wednesday - the first day that really, really felt like spring might be here.

    High Tide

    High tide on the Adur from Emerald Quay

    When missing a train is a gift

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    It comes to something when missing a train feels like a treat. Earlier on the week, I missed my train by under a minute. I hit the platform just as the train started moving. Too late. It was bad luck, sure, caught on the hop by the level crossing being shut, the parking machine being out of order, and one of the ticket collection machines being down. Too much bad luck for one journey to stand.

    I live far enough into the sticks that my next useful train was 30 minutes away, so I did what I always do when things throw me off in Shoreham - I went for a coffee and toast in a local café. As before, I picked Hector’s Shed.

    Toast. Coffee. And half an hour to sit reading. I don’t do that enough. Since I switched to a freelance consultancy career, I’ve struggled with the urge that I should be doing something to further my career at all times - and I mean doing. Reflecting, thinking and reading never seem to be active enough, and so they fall by the wayside. This has just got worse since Hazel was born, and the remainder of my free time was eaten alive by the bumdle of cuteness that is my daughter.

    But an accident, an unseen confluence of inconvenience, gave me premission to chill. And chill I did, with coffee, and toast, and some reading on my iPad. A simple pleasure, but right now life is teaching me that simple pleasures are often the best.