Brighton at 5 am is dark and quiet although at around 3 this morning I heard a sound I have never heard before. It sounded like a helicopter but wasn’t and I dashed to the window and saw it was a drone. It was the strangest thing, I mean why was it flying at that time, what was it doing, who was operating it. Strange and bizarre but I was too tired to really ponder it at that time - seeing as I was getting up at 4.45 in the pitch dark. Life has many imponderables and I confess I only flitted in and out of sleep afterwards, though I suspect its not the last I will ever see. But its the coldness of it that troubles me - unmanned and guided by someone who can’t see me watching it - or maybe watching me watching it, who knows?! One thing that did send a shiver down my spine though, was imagine living in a country where they are common place but also malicious and dangerous. Its a troubling thought and one that takes me back to yesterday’s news that T.B., now thinks he made mistakes in the Middle East. The world can often be a confusing and mixed up place, that is for sure; race, religion, gender and sexuality are not so confusing, why do we have to make them so - even I was racially abused on Saturday. Quite shook me really. But I move on. One of the great places in life is Sydney Street, Brighton on a Sunday, where I snapped this picture - these scooters are a common sight, all the mods love Brighton, but its a cheery thought to end this post before I drive to Winchester. Happy Monday, the clocks have changed to British Winter Time and the season of goodwill will soon be upon us, pity its just a season. This is a contemplatative piece of music and I love Levon Minassian, blame that drone.
