Early morning walks around Lewes are good for witnessing the town come to life, as the townsfolk emerge in an ever-increasing stream, gradually filling all corners of every street, shop and café. These dawn strolls can also be good opportunities to see remnants of the night before — often simply trash that’s yet to be cleared, but in the summer of 2009 I came upon this red padded bra hanging from the 15th Century Bookshop at the top of Keere Street. How it got there, I’ve no idea.
