Walk

My early Sunday morning walk is a weekly ritual - a brief interlude when I can think quietly. The northern fringes of Brighton are full of little paths (the local dialect word is "twittens") and little green spaces, and this morning I took a path through Horsdean I hadn't tried before. It wasn't exactly quiet - the traffic was still thundering along the bypass a nearby - but certainly peaceful.

Sadly, the dog isn't mine, but was just passing.