I'm just back from two weeks of cat-sitting in Brighton. It was not incident-free, as one of the cats decided to have a lie-down in a puddle of motor oil or something on Tuesday night, came home soaked and reeking, and had to be rushed to the vet to have it washed off. And she's supposed to be the intelligent one. This happened the day after Sue and I went for a lovely walk along Seaford Head to the Cuckmere Valley and back.
First, a few photos from the garden. I spent a bit of time sitting on the bench scanning the skies, or what little sky I could see.
The local gulls were cruising about as usual. All of them were in mid-moult and looking very scruffy, apart from brand new juveniles like this one.