I have been loving the weather in Hastings this week. So incredibly changeable which means I’m not always prepared for the sudden downpours. I got stuck in one today which meant waiting under one of the solid but weather worn white bus-shelters on the promenade until it stopped. Except it didn’t. So I got my camera out and made the most of the seasonal drama. Those are the photos in the bottom row (except the middle one which is view from the office this evening).
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