Spring Chicken 11

 

Spring is enduring a troubled adolescence. Teetering theatrically between today's weeping wintry skies; as the Eastbourne Lifeboat puts to sea, for Sunday crew training.

And the beaming summery smiles, of yesterday's sunshine. When barely a ripple came ashore, on the shingle beach, and paddlers drifted dreamily beyond the bleached wooden groynes.

Tomorrow, a passage making breeze is forecast. Eighteen to twenty knots from the west. Placing Chichester directly in the eye of the wind. But offering the prospect of a broad reach into Dieppe.