Day 448: Buffety-gusty

Thank you, Brighton, for your buffety-gusty welcome on Saturday, your air full of salt, seaweed-smell and promise and your great big waves. The wind was so determined that riding a bike westwards was almost in negative. I could just about advance. Cyclists smiled at each other along the route. Those being flung towards the East smiling sympathy and possibly happy envy at those plodding to make headway. Nice.

Thank you again, Brighton, this time for affording me 5-Rhythms in a church within 15 minutes' cycle of where I'm staying (it'll be closer still when I move). Thank you for a fabulous session today, without which I wouldn't have gone to that class. I danced all kinds of things. It was wonderful. 

5-Rhythms in a church

So much has passed and I've been reticent about blogging. I will deal with the reason why within the next week and then I'll feel freer. Either that or I'll get over myself. Either way, I'm sure I'll feel a pang of gratitude. 

Thanks for the ladies' pond, alive in my memory, if not in my current experience. Thanks for such a lot of astuteness coming at me today, in my actual face. Refreshing like sea-water.