St Leonard's on Sea. Same view, same benches, same sea as in previous years, different angle, different poster on railings, different people on benches. Another year passes.
A new French patisserie is to open tomorrow on the corner of London Road and The High Street. There is a notice on the window which says that it is closed to day for staff training, but though the window I can see immaculately iced cakes, tarts, croissants and the like and an Easter hare made out of sugar. Not the sort of thing that we are used to. From what I know, the production of such patisserie is an art and requires the most expensive ingredients and well paid staff. I am sure that the quality will live up to its looks but will local people be prepared for the high prices which can be expected. I hope that they will.
Foxes are probably almost as numerous as pigeons in these parts but are shyer and less in evidence. I like watching pigeons but foxes seem wilder, more free. So when I see one this morning as I open the gate that leads into the vegetable garden, it sends a shiver of excitement through me. Sadly I watch it vanish under a hedge.