Brighton. The Gorse Fox went to collect Cousteau-cub (who's is feeling under the weather and suffering from asthma) so that she could spend a few days in the bosom of her family receiving a little tlc.
As the Gorse Fox headed back along Brighton Seafront a chap stepped into the road to check the traffic. Only in Brighton do you see such sartorial je ne said quois. Said chap was walking back from the beach dressed in black combat trousers a black denim jacket, shades... and a pink stetson!
Gorse Fox regrets that he was unable to photograph this vision of loveliness, as he was driving at the time.
[File under: Whimsy]
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