Ahhh, The Pipes!

Whilst walking along the seafront on this glorious winter's morning, I heard the gentle skirl of the pipes drifting along on the breeze. There was a bit of conjecture among the onlookers that the piper was marking the passing of a loved one, or perhaps his missus had booted him out of the house and told him to practice elsewhere. I'm glad to say it was the latter. It turns out that he's the Hastings Town Crier, so, well used to making a noise. In this case, a very agreeable one.