Anon, Bass, Bottle, Brighton, Ceramic, Fishing, Palace Pier, Street Art
On a bright and sunny May Bank Holiday the promenade in Brighton was full of people, some walking along with their own sound systems but in the main people were out walking as others sat outside bars drinking in the afternoon sun. Musicans and The Birdman played their instruments, artists and street traders sold their artifacts and booksellers sold their books from boxes. Laughter and screams filled the air as children played on the beach and people watched in awe the wheel at the end of the Palace Pier.
We walked from the Marina along the pebble beach momentarily stopping to cast a line out in search of a bass or mackerel on the high tide, unfortunately the sea was full of bloom so made it difficult. Little Tales had spotted the dramatic change in colour of the sea as we made our way down the hill via Rottingdean, from the top of the hill towards the Marina you get a good view of the sea to the west of the West Wall. After an hour or so of casting out with a 40g Dexters and no contact we decided to call it a day on the fishing front. We had decided earlier not to fish with the hoards of ‘Mack’ bashers casting out from the Marina Wall, shoulder to shoulder they were casting out towards the edge of the bloom into clearer water, for their efforts some were rewarded.
Crossing up and over the pebble beach we took the path by the electric railway and strolled into Brighton. In the back of my mind I was thinking about if I may find one of Anon’s ceramic bottles. Having read a post on REDDIT about a new ceramic bottle placed around Brighton during the Brighton Festival I did just wonder if we would find one. Last month Anon had placed some other ceramic bottles out in Brighton but with the line,’Take Me Home’ and ‘I’m going outside, I may be some time’.
As the hours passed our skin started to radiate from the warmth from the May sun. A short stop at Alfresco was needed to be rehydrated with a cold beer and on the walk back to the car, Little Tales had earned his ice cream. Whilst waiting for his cone I was looking down at some sea-side paraphernalia, beach buckets, water guns, windmills and shells, only to see, there, in the bottom of a sand filled basin was one of Anons ceramic bottles with the inscription ‘One Careful Owner £10’, as luck would have it I found what I was really looking for.