We’ve just got back from cycling to Arundel via the Downs and and home via Climping beach, where the tide was right out and swimming impossible. The gallery trail was more exhausting than the cycling. At one point, I lost Mama, and asked one of the artists if he had seen her. He suggested this was my big chance (presumably to scarper)!

None of the art was particularly inspiring; but there were some lovely houses.

England collapsed to lose the cricket in a typically abject manner.