Music plays over a hand drawn title card reading Sunday Morning, starring... Brighton'. A group films with a cine camera, the case worn over the shoulder of one man, on a Brighton street. A clock reads 7 am. Western Road is deserted, the shops shut. The promenade is equally void of visitors. One lonely soul walks by the railings. The crazy golf course is still closed, the amusements covered or shut up. A milk float passes along a street. St Peters Church is seen from a distance. The board outside advertises a Sunday Morning Prayer service. A woman enters through the door. Several man pull dinghies down the beach and into the water. A few fish from a groyne. A woman sets out a display of pictures to sell at a stall on the seafront. A man lays out deck chairs on the promenade. Another clock reads 9:30 am. An ice cream vendor opens his stand. Views of a peopleless Palace Pier follow. A man reads the Sunday Express in the morning sun. Visitors arrive by train and walk along Queens Road towards the seafront. Another clock reads 11:30 am. Children play on trampolines by Banjo Groyne. The beach is seen from the Palace Pier, busy with visitors. Some paddle in small boats on a boating pond, others play miniature golf on the lawn. Another clock reads 11:45 am. People walk along the pier, play on the bumper cars and radio controlled boats, or fish from the groyne. The three men approach the Fortune of War pub at the beach. A wrist watch reads 12:00 pm. They sit outside with half pint glasses, which read END.