Hastings Pier beach huts. Newly painted from sombre black (which I liked, although I appear to be the only person to do so). Angle of Entry is the name of a Mutton Birds album. I never looked up what they were referring too, but I’ve always assumed it was spaceships returning to Earth. The Apollo […]
She said, “You must do the ride to Bexhill; Giant Sea Cabbages, Colossal Daisies. Kingdom of Beach Huts and Overgrown Cliffs.” It was an intriguing introduction. The ride does not disappoint. It is perfectly magical. You come off the normal path onto dusty gravel, which then turns into a kind of chain mail behind kaleidoscopic […]