Brighton

It was a windy but clear day. With the whole family on holiday today it was decided that a trip to Brighton was called for.

The old West Pier is still looking forlorn as its skeletal remains try to resist the continual pounding of the sea.

A few old fishing boats line the promenade. They are probably more decorative than utilitarian nowadays. They still look serene as they bask in the morning sun at the top of the pebbled beach.

Urban-cub, the Silver Vixen and Cousteau-cub posed briefly against the summer sky. It's so nice to have the whole family together.

Whilst in the car, with the cubs sitting in their traditional seats (Urban behind the Silver Vixen, Cousteau behind the Gorse Fox) GF threatened to take them down to Cornwall - just like in the old days. And "No, we are not nearly there yet".

A slighly unusual angle for this photo of the pier.