Rainy day in Worthing

What a horrid day to take Mother back to her flat. It rained all the way there and all the way back. We were not tempted onto the beach or to undertake any wheelchair rides round the town.  Managed to get her to zimmer ( is that a verb?) into a cafe by parking right outside. As I weave through the back streets of Worthing, the mural next to this church always catches my eye.