Sunday, 15th March, 2026
Gorgeous morning after gorgeous morning and the prospect of many more to come. Even so, my introspective mind seems to focus on the missing links rather than the sunshine. Yesterday, the beach was lined with joggers in the Promenade Parkrun. While I was trapped in my car suffering with a trapped sciatic nerve and agony shooting down my left leg, the young, fit bodies were enjoying letting off steam in the sunshine.
Something else was happening that I didn’t understand at the time. It was lovely but it wasn’t very hot and the sea would have been distictly chilly but people were stripping off on the beach to go in the water. Later, I found that it was an organised event on the South Coast celebrating International Women’s Day. Very brave.
The lovely day ended in a lovely way with a beautiful sunset. This is not my photo. It was taken by my wonderful MP, Dr. Beccy Cooper on the Beach Road.
We are so lucky to have her. Our last MP, Tory Peter Bottomley, was hardly ever heard of. He certainly wasn’t as active as Labour Beccy who is constantly in contact with voters and in to everything.
The evening finished a little disappointingly but after a wonderful match of Rugby, England lost to the final kick in Paris against the French after a thrilling game of Rugby which I shared with my friend Kevin even though we were almost 300 miles apart. When you’ve got Whatsapp, Leeds and Worthing seem quite close. We both played Rugby (or Rugger as my parents called it) in our youth and even played together once. When those days are over, you can just enjoy the game for its own sake and it was a thrilling game last night.