River Ouse, Lewes

Another trip to the dentist, or more accurately, the hygienist. 
An hour in the chair, and to be frank it was quite a brutal hour. My mouth feels trashed and, some hours later, I have the taste I'd imagine a vampire to have. All for the good. 

It was however, not unpleasant. 
Not sure what's going on there.

I am lucky. I was thrown off my previous dentist's list for poor attendance some time ago (err, excuse me, lockdown?).
I eventually found a place to go, one where the dentist is extraordinarily good and kind, and the hygienist equally so, albeit it, just a little bit dangerous. 

Round two next week.