Sunday

An eventful walk in the beach this morning, the coastguards were out in force. Someone had reported a bag left of the beach, turned out belonged to someone who had swam to the pier and back. And there was a washed up dolphin, never seen a dolphin in Worthing before. Poor thing, was quite dead.

Then a pile of cooking and I made myself a new top while watching the Grand Prix. French seams and everything. Turns out there is nothing complicated about them at all.