On the weekend after the Brexit vote in contrast to the general despondency  about the outcome exhibited by friends and family I headed out of Brighton to see if I could find any signs of jubilation in the other camp.  Though this is probably not the best photograph I’ll ever take  it does have a few of the elements of the Little Britain nostalgia mentality which won the day , white cliffs, union jacks, old soldiers, canons facing across the channel ready to repel all, and then off course their is the ‘Museum’ sign to sum it all up.

Myself and the dear ‘missus’ have escaped the confines of Brighton and family life for a weekend away in Dublin  alongside  half  the teenage population of Italy and the rest of the stag and hen “do’s  which didn’t go to Brighton. It feels  home away from home  with  cafe’s , restaurants, and tourists on every corner . We casually asked at the airport about buses on Sundays for the return to  Blighty and was jovially informed ” no problem, we don’t do that religious stuff anymore” and indeed it would seem they don’t, too busy eating and drinking.

The photograph was taken in  Krakow, Poland.quite a while ago.