




After the solstice sun had set we walked back in the gloaming and saw the piers in the dusk-blue distance.







West Pier again, this time on a day when the haze almost erased the horizon, obscuring the boundary between the sea and sky.

Chichester still boasts an encircling Roman wall which has been restored with a walking path – After our time in the cathedral we completed the short, 1½-mile circuit.






Almost 1000 years of art and history, like one of the first full length portraits of Henry VIII, above.










We took a train trip to Chichester and visited the cathedral. Postcard-style photographs follow:













The Royal Pavilion filled us with conflicting feelings: on the one hand it was gorgeous, ornate, beautiful, rococo, inspiring beauty; on the other its luxury and opulence were disgusting condemnations of the inequity in human societies.




We put off visiting the Royal Pavilion for a long time. Who wants to gawk at the opulence of oppressing royalty. Eventually, on a dull, grey day we submitted to boredom and went.









We have hardly ever seen waves of any size here. On this day, at the end of May, the wind was whipping them up.


We walked past, but didn’t enter, Anne of Cleves‘ House.