What ever turns you on ...
Despite almost inevitable disappointment with a regional art gallery experience at home or abroad (see below) I still seem to find myself drawn by an invisible magnet to the over priced ubiquitous security of the art gallery cafe experience. Today in Eastbourne we sat alone on the pristine balcony of the new gallery there ... Very nice too. Not though as appealing as an air show, because meanwhile on the beach it was standing room only for the display. I would insert here an image taken from the terrace at Bexhill pavillion (I'm nothing if not consistent) of the fading pink smoke from the red arrows but I can't as yet attach pictures from my iPhone ... In fact just typing this much takes an age.
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