A tale of two pictures. As the crumbling landmark known as the West Pier decides on its own fate its a mark of time future and time past. One of the great phenomena to take over parts of the UK - Brighton included - is the annual 'murmuring' of the starlings. Indeed I experience a small one in my garden every year as they plunder the ripening figs on my tree. But it is an awesome sight as they flashmob the Pavilion and then the West Pier (not the Palace Pier which is way too noisy). Its quite something special to see indeed. And I like the term used to describe it, murmuring, which followed on from yesterday's 'Mere air, these words, but delicious to hear…' And so there is only one track that really goes with this - and superb it is too. Another dreich day but much to be done so the early grey tea started early while this played - how dare the premier reject my invitation:
