If I'd brought my bike, I'd have been doing exactly the same thing.
This was initially intended to be a funny photo but the composition just wouldn't work. Where this guy is sitting is the brow of a mound that encircles Brighton nudist beach and provides a little bit of contradictory privacy. You frequently see people walking along the top of this hill, not realising what it's for because they haven't seen the signposts. People do seem to learn quite quickly, though.
Unfortunately, to get him and a signpost in the frame just wouldn't have worked so here we are with this wannabe-artsy affair instead. I guess it kinda works, but it isn't funny.
I've never seen the sea this calm here. Perfect stone-skipping material. I haven't skipped stones in maybe two decades. Good day.
For some reason, this photo got thirty likes on Instagram. My photos rarely get that many likes (and yet I still post frequently!), and I'm not really sure why this one was able to climb to such lofty heights but it did.
Standing in the shadow of this thing made me feel very small.
There are two ways this photo could easily be better: 1. if I could be bothered to fix the panoramic distortion, and 2. if the shadow cast by the pod was in the road somewhere, but we had somewhere to be so I couldn't sit and wait for it.
Sudo was supposed to be a present for Charlotte but I feel like it's me who's benefitted from him the most. He was a great companion when I worked from home, and now he's the reason for little moments like this where Tabitha and I can hang out between me working and her sleeping. I feel a hole in my day when we don't spend this time together, and I wouldn't even know what I was missing if it weren't for Sudo.