Not the White Cliffs of Dover

The weather forecast wasn't looking too good for Brighton today, dull and rainy, but I don't take any notice of that and thought I'd visit anyway, because it's usually wrong...and it was!  Hurrah!  It was drizzling a bit when I arrived, but I walked to Rottingdean again, along the undercliff walk and there was quite a bit of blue sky.

Any road!  Sorry. That's quite enough polite weather talk.  I loved my walk there and went up the hill to sit by the windmill again eat chocolate and stare out out to sea with dreamy eyes.  Like last time, I had to rush as fast as my little legs could go to get back to Brighton to catch the train.  I actually missed the train I'd bought tickets for by 20 minutes, but was allowed on the next one, which was bloomin' lucky!