Went to Rye Harbour for windy walk in the brilliant sun.
Had coffee in the lovely Avocet Gallery. Love their cakes, love their pictures – expecially the Annie Soudain linocuts, love the little old dog.
Not so good, outside, the Ladies public toilet was shut, while the Gents was open. Usually I can squat behind a tussock but such tussocks are hard to find at windswept Rye Harbour. Worse, today the place was like Piccadilly Circus. I bet there were many very cross women.
Winchelsea – on the way home I took a picture of a clump of daffodils, one of a number in full bloom on a sunny bank beside the main road.
Daffodils? on January 2?