On the 27 bus from Brighton to Saltdean at 4 p.m.
As I tried to capture the magical sunset though the window, the lady next to me offered to change places. Then a lady in front of us, also amazed at the skyline started to talk about her life in Brighton as a child.
Passing the Marina they found that they had both lived opposite. As children they had popped across the road to the beach with just a cossie and a beach towel, staying all day. There was no stopping the tide of tender reminiscence as warm and colourful as the sunset.