November 2026. St Leonards-on-Sea. East Sussex.
The funeral this morning was lovely, the drive back to Sheffield less so. I’ll press on with the posts, starting with the descent from the Horse & Groom through the colour of St Leonards,
to one of the great seaside walks, and I’m not typically a seaside fan.
I eulogised St Leonards on my last birthday,
but no harm doing it again,
and I’ve still got to stop at the Goat Ledge’s beach cafe for a pint of Beak.
It’s a mile of blue skies, Regency terraces and hole in the wall cafes, and art.
White Rock Hotel over the road for your pint of Harvey’s, the True Crime Museum for your Fred West confessions,
and then the Carlisle for your Lemmy and Ozzy.
Some day I’ll pop in the Carlisle for you, but next up it’s a Hastings pub BRAPA DID like.
