Two weeks ago I had a weekend away visiting bloggers.
Wendy was one of the first bloggers I got to know online, and one of the first who I then also met in this physical reality - one of the first to become a good friend. Which means that I can be philosophical about the fact that she's not blogging now, because though I miss her blog, I keep in touch with her anyway.
And, popping over to Martin's blog, I see that she has, at least once, surreptitiously, hijacked his blog to share a few words with the world.
I had a great time with them both in Eastbourne. We walked along the beach. Sorry, start again: we fought our way along the beach against a forceful - but thankfully not very cold - wind. With lots of pauses for photos and beach-combing.
We saw an extremely unexpected seal, looking quite at home in the sticky sand at the edge of the harbour. From the comments of other residents, it seems this was a return visit.
Apparently seals have been seen lately - and even regularly - in the Thames. Now that would be a strange sight.
On the Sunday we had a fab. British Sunday roast dinner at the Lands End pub, before some more pebble scrunching along the coast and a saunter along Eastbourne pier.
The starlings were doing their fascinating flocking-and-swooping thing. Whenever I started filming them with my camera they ducked out of sight on the other side of the pier - but I've caught them on video before, its here if you want to see. Not so much action at the start of this little filmette, but it gets better towards the end.
Eastbourne pier is a wonderful Victorian construction and looks just enchanting at dusk.
And then - back to the station to travel home. Much as I love London, it was great to get some grime and cobwebs windblasted away.
And the sea did that soul-soothing thing it does:
That was nearly 2 weeks ago. 5 days ago, I met another blogger contact - Blogger Stories Part 2, which will be my next post.