What an incredible weekend to arrive in this exotic gilded location, the grass was parched, and the air was dry, and the tourists were out in force. Under the trees a student was sitting cross-legged, carefully committing the Brighton Pavilion to paper with fine line pens. I was here in the city to help my daughter celebrate her graduation from Sussex University with a first-class degree in zoology.
The ceremony had been cancelled last year due to Covid-19. We had just recovered from a bout ourselves just a week earlier, caught at a crowded Paris concert. At the graduation ceremony there were few of us wearing masks in the auditorium. The event was excellent, well organised, and went off like clockwork. I only hope the variants-of-interest were also not in attendance.
Back outside the venue, in the sunshine on the promenade, music floating up from a beach café, the struggles of the pandemic, and attending university during those times, seemed very far away in the collective euphoria, celebrating hard-won success. All the hope, and expectation in the air was quite inspiring, and wonderful to see, and be a small part of.
Great things, and better times, will come!