Hastings Jack

Bit of a delayed post but spent a barmy day in Hastings over the May bank holiday soaking up the madness of the annual Jack-In-The-Green parade. The Old Town is overrun by a huge procession of leafy folk and morris dancers wielding aloft effigies of mermaids and giants en route to the West Hill castle. It's proper bonkers with more than a whiff of the Wicker Man about it and it's huge fun. We stayed in a hotel opposite the once grand, now burnt and crumbling, pier I based an illustration on not so long ago, hopefully to be restored one day.