Brighton

The Gorse Fox and Silver Vixen pottered for most of the day, but headed across to visit family in Brighton during the late afternoon.

With a Fat Boy Slim concert scheduled, and a Protest March in progress we expected some hold ups and diversions – but in the scheme of things, we buzzed along and arrived in no time. A cup of tea and a chance to catch up on family news was the first order of the day. It seemed that several recent health scares had come to nothing – though news of the Silver Vixen’s mum’s hip operation was arriving during the evening.

We headed down to the town centre and our usual haunt “Day’s” – The buffet selection means that each of us can find things that we like and have a very pleasant feast.

What became clear was that this was also the first stopping off place for various Hen Parties and Birthday Parties. Thus we were subject to regiments of hormonal young women almost dressed in clothes that would be more appropriate for hanging around on street corners in major ports. Unfortunately the scene exuded an aura, not of fun, joy, and hope; but rather of decadence and depravity.

It is clear that the Gorse Fox is getting old.