This weekend I've been in Hastings to help my father celebrate his 83rd birthday. So a fish and chip supper was in order, and that was very nice. This morning I headed out early to have a look along the seafront. It was sunny and a little breezy. The tide was on its way out, and I headed towards the rocky bit east of Rock-a-nore beach, where there used to be a sign gently discouraging people from going further because of the risk of rockfalls from the sandstone cliffs above. I found that the gentle sign has been replaced by an altogether more robust one, saying (in as many words) 'no, really, don't do it, there have been lots of actual rockfalls in the last few months', so I didn't.
Then I walked up to the top of the East Hill to the start of the Country Park, to have a look over the Old Town and see if anything interesting flew past.