Ah, the joys of living in Eastbourne.
A saunter along the prom at 7am before the sun gets too high and those delicious sea breezes too warm...but what’s this? A great cloud of sea mist wafting in from the shore?
No – one of our caring summer visitors is lighting his pipe and filling the air with his noxious fumes. What a stinker!
Speed on by and into another fug of fog. This time it’s a man puffing on a cigar as he power-walks in shorts and trainers. That’s not the sort of puff you’re supposed to be expending, old chap!
Someone must have organised a Keep Coughing Day because almost everyone is lit up and the evidence is there on the pavement – dog ends and worse for our stoic, heroic street cleaners to clear up for them.
I thought I’d left The Smoke behind when I left London. But its spitting image has followed me down.
Dene Drive, Willingdon