an even swankier holiday home than last week's at Brighton. Here's two pictures of the view from the living room. Somehow, my phone kindly monochromed one for me. I'm not at all sure how it did it but it was a happy accident.
Lou and I only had a brief glimpse of the murmuration, a synchronised flight of hundreds of starlings around Brighton's burnt out West Pier. The lovely Passenger sings about them before being called a knob by his girlfriend. Yesterday though their Devonian cousins put on a display around Teignmouth's pier that we watched for the best part of an hour. It was a great start to what is likely to be an amazing weekend.