It was a gift from the Gods, this glorious bank holiday weekend: so much so that, today being Tuesday, and a school day and all, it's meant to go up to 72f, and we MIGHT - if we do all our homework - go back to Surrey this afternoon, swim outside.
So Sunday was a day trip to Brighton, and a brilliant BBQ with our friends living outside, near Stanmer park, where people were frolicking on the lawns (beautiful place, old mansion, a restaurant to go for drinks, and an eco house - more on that later). We passed this woman, hanging from a tree at a distance. Two men photographing her. I ran into the field and - it was quite spiritual - asked 'can I shoot?' and, while she twisted and twirled, she smiled and said yes. I took my shots, called out a thank you and waved, she & the two guys said you're welcome, and I was off.
It was a day chock full of bizarre, unexplained events. We saw antique trucks and buses on the roads around Brighton - beautiful old signs, one was a double decker bus that might have been the first year they did them, a real jewel - and then the clock tower, covered in shirts..
No explanation for any of it. One of life's many mysteries along the road trip of life.