Bagpipes...

According to the sign, as I approached Eastbourne, this is is the ‘Sunshine Coast’: an empty promise, as the day is still overcast and gloomy. Still, I had two ‘firsts’. It was the first time I’d ever seen an ‘erotic book’ section in a charity shop - though the choice was limited to shades of grey - and the first time I’d ever heard a busker playing bagpipes. There’s an old definition of a gentleman: someone who knows how to play the bagpipes, but doesn’t.

I also found a fantastic second-hand bookshop, with books piled from floor to ceiling. The proprietor said it would be OK to take some photographs, so I’m going back, with camera and tripod…

Camilla's Bookshop, Eastbourne...