It couldn’t have been more fortuitous an encounter if I planned it…
Random cyclist from the Redhill Cycling Club stopping for a cuppa at Washbrooks Family Farm.
He looks like he’s about to throw up, she looks as if she’s seen something nasty in the bottom of her drink. That’s what you get for eating at Burger King.
When I took this picture I didn’t notice the guy inside the coffee shop. I was just looking at the interesting couple (nice hat!). The face at the window, looking menacing, adds some extra frisson.
Brighton on a Sunday morning is a surreal place. Before 10am hardly seems to exist for most people, as if Saturday night was just too much. Which, for many, it probably was. Those few people you do see out braving the daylight tend to be chilling over coffee, shades (mirror optional) worn as a barrier against the rest of the world.