Stolen Slice of Sussex Summer

This is part 2 of Brighton on My Blackberry Series

 

Every now and then I see a compelling frame that I must record for posterity. Some moments captured to remind me of the good one year I spent in the lovely English countryside of Sussex.

I have often spoken of how I love to watch the English sky. It is magical, very often as you drive along, you feel the sky is awaiting your arrival in the horizon, with the clouds spreading a fluffy blanket for you to step on. I have never felt the sky so close to the earth in India.  My Europeans friends mock me, but I have taken atleast a 100 pictures of the Sky. Shall post more if you share the craziness

By the way, did you think I sneaked in an Indian picture? This is the only picture I treated a bit with Picasa. Just to fool you a bit. 

No, this is no Indian Palace, but the Royal Pavillion in Brighton which was built by the Prince Regent as his summer retreat in the style of an Indian Mahal in the early 19^th century. The first time I saw this building, there was a connect..inexplicable, profound.  

Doesn’t this look like a picture postcard? It is the church on the estate near the University. This is the Stanmer Church which stands opposite the Stanmer House. 

My friend and I go for walks on every summer morning…We take new paths everyday, a little exploration. The other day, I met him – more inquisitive about me than I was about him

And this little lady, shied away from my constant 'bug'ging. But I wouldn’t let her hide her face, I persisted till she gave me a little peek

There are still some more months left in the Brighton journey. More pictures will be posted here. If you liked them, don’t forget to drop me a word. Enjoy!!

Laid in Sussex!

In Britain, the need to inform the consumer about everything is so high up on priorities, that very often you end up with details you aren't sure you really wanted in the first place...;) Notice anything funny? Maybe, it's not what's written, but it's me... Look at where my eyes went, and I was chuckling so hard that I couldn't bring myself to have these eggs for breakfast... I mean I knew them too well to want to eat them...Know what I mean??? Where the Hen/s chose to lay the choicest 6 large eggs packed into my cardboard carton was an important bit of information that I, the consumer had to be made aware of... Isn't that what this means? Or that the Hens got laid in Sussex? Both the options are 'chuckle raisers'... What a cheery thought!!! Three cheers for Local Sussex Egg Farmers' Proactive Procreation Club!!!