Either Eastbourne is playing host to the  2010 Sugar Daddy Awards or the tennis is back in town.

Walking down to the sea along Grand Parade last night with the kayak (actually I should say shambolically shuffling, with the wetsuit rolled down, eager to chase the bass), on three separate occasions I passed wizened men in shell suits, paired with sun-bleached, athletically beautiful and aloof, continental or quite possibly Eastern European girls, dressed in their whites. Which proved the perfect contrast for their orange legs.

We’re absolutely chocker here for the week (and have been for months) so vast apologies if you’re in need of accommodation this week.

If you don’t bump into tennis players, you’ll trip over the cast for The Sound of Music who seem to like our part of town as well. Do you think they see straight through my casually-trying-not-to-stare routine?