Seagulls and Mobility Scooters
My husband, David, took up his new post as a lecturer at Sussex University on January 10th. His job is to design a course aimed at mature students who wish to teach chemistry having had previous careers in other fields.
As a family, we are renting a very pleasant, spacious third floor mansion flat in Eastbourne, two minutes from the sea, and five minutes from the town centre. This is a bit of a culture shock from our farmhouse in North Wales, which is situated at the bottom of a very quiet country lane.
Eastbourne is not termed Costa Geriatrica for nothing; I have never seen so many elderly people in one place! Mobility scooters are almost as common as cars. I was amused to see a couple having a pleasant senior moment as they raced their scooters along the prom.
The Eastbourne air is obviously very efficacious; I had to take avoiding action, as one gentleman, whom I reckoned to be in his mid seventies, was speed skating towards me! His gear would have done credit to a teenager.
One benefit of living in a place, which is geared to the less nimble in society, is finding the plastic bags at the supermarket checkout are already removed from the holder and opened for one to fill. I always have difficulty with those bags at home!
It will be a little while before we are connected to the Internet in Eastbourne. I am missing my daily forum fix, and communicating by
E-mail with all my friends. However, the bracing walks along the shore, and feeding the circling seagulls whose cries are so evocative of the seaside are ample compensation.