I’ve written about this before, about the friends I’ve made through my blog. When I started I didn’t have the faintest idea that was even a possibility, but several years in, I can count many of you as friends.
When I knew I was going to be in England, I contacted Andy Hooker, one of the photographers I’ve gotten to know through our blogs, and asked him for some recommendations of out-of-the-way places I’d be likely to miss. He remembered that I’d been very interested in some posts he’d made about the East Beach Café, in Littlehampton; he has a good memory, as those photos are from 2014! (Here’s what the place looks like, through his lens.) Thanks to his reminder, I was able to plan a stop at the café the first day we were in the country.
But even better than that was the chance to arrange a short visit with Andy and his lovely wife Charlotte. Their home was literally our first stop after we arrived, and it was so nice to be able to meet them.
And this is the kind of man Andy is: he’d written out the directions to the East Beach Café, and gave me a handful of change to pay the parking.
So, here’s to blogs, and photographers, and travel.
And this is the last of my photos from England and France; tomorrow it’ll be back to Texas.
Seriously? Again with the clichés? I almost have it out of my system.
The only possible thing that might salvage this is that the woman down the stairs a few turns has almost the same image on the screen of her phone.
Eventually, she and I made it to the bottom of the stairs and outside in the Parisian evening.
Arc de Triomphe