Bricking up of famous and much-loved street art in the Brighton Lanes. These vibrant designs will no longer shine in the sunlight. New homes will immure in darkness all the murals of Kensington Street. The paint won’t be removed but the clean new brickwork has started to surround and submerge the artwork.
The nearby redevelopment of Hanningtons has revealed Puget’s Cottage for the first time in 140 years - is it too fanciful to think that in the future these much-loved artworks will be disinterred as representations of a glorious age of freedom flowering here in BN1?
Roses at Batemans, Rudyard Kipling’s house on the Sussex Weald and golden fields looking like Tuscany but at Falmer on the South Downs in Sussex.
Sunset on Mt. Blanc (4810 m.) viewed shortly after take off from Marseille airport on flight BA0371.
Concorde G-BAOB at Heathrow under a threatening sky. No longer flying supersonic but still graceful with paint fresh from the recent rain. In these days of America First and Brexit, Concorde on display to hundreds of thousands of air travellers is an ironically prominent symbol of a previous age, of Great Britain in collaboration with France. Of pre-internet dreams of a world better connected, of breakfast in London and lunch in New York. Yes, reality grounded Concorde, but, as the song goes, if you don’t have a dream, how you gonna have a dream come true? (South Pacific, Oscar Hammerstein II / Richard Rodgers)