Brighton Busker

Back in Brighton. Other half not too happy as youngest son had not watered the flowers. We were greeted by drooping brown specimens instead of the colourful healthy looking plants we had left. In young son's defence, I did point out that it had been the hottest week since 1976 but as he is working as a temporary gardener having finished uni, it was thought he should have known that a teaspoon of water on day one was not sufficient.
Anyway, walked to our lovely library today and met this young busker. He was very good.