Sunday morning, heading back to London from Brighton - well, Lancing to be precise about it - was marred by engineering works.  What took 45 minutes on Friday night, took well over two hours to crawl back into town.  iPod dies somewhere around Haywards Heath.  Changing at Littlehampton I have twenty minutes to wait, so  wander a deserted town.  Not even a newsagent open...houses opposite the platform painted cheery sugared almond colours.    

Trains to all corners of Europe wait to leave.  Sadly our destination for the day is much more prosaic and we dive back into the rush of people travelling on the Piccadilly to meet up with 

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