A good morning’s work on the Brighton seafront — a surreal mixture of Edwardian grandeur and kiss-me-quick frivolity. Reassuringly British. The weather was untypically mild. I associate the Brighton 10K with razor winds whipping off the sea, and freezing rain. But today was cool and bright and dry, and for the first year I can remember, the black bin-liner remained in my pack.… READ MORE.... …