Day At The Beach

Again, this is a bit old, but worth the read I guess.



The day following our nite extravanza, we had planned to travel to the beach in Brighton. What was supposed to be an early morning start, turned into a mid-afternoon start. While we are at the train station, we see there are two lines for the tickets. Well, because we are smart, we get in the shorter line. Eventually, the two lines are beginning to merge together and those in the longer line begin to get bitchy. One lady, who is standing in the longer line, asks what we are waaiting in line for. After we tell her, she lets us know that it is unfair and makes sure that we do not get ahead of her once the lines merge. Don't get mad at us because we were smarter than you and got in the shorter line.

After a little bit of a wait on the train station and a 50 minute ride to Brighton, we arrive at 2 pm. Every passenger on the train is looking outside and there was a sense that something was wrong. It looks like there is a fire just outside the Brighton station, but it's difficult to tell. The day is supposed to be about 24 Celsius, which is about 76-77, so I (Ja'Nae') am wearing shorts and a tank top and Beth is wearing a t-shirt and shorts. We get off the train and it feels like 60 degrees outside!!!! I'm thinking that it feels that way only because the station is covered and the sun isn't directly beating on us. Boy, was I wrong. We walk out of the station and not only is it cold, but it is foggy!!!!!! Fog???! I don't remember seeing fog in the forecast! As we are heading to the beach, I can feel everyone's disappointment. The walk from the station to the beach is about 1/2 mile or so and the fog is so thick that the ocean can't be seen until you reach the beach.

We find our spot and get settled. After a few minutes we both decide to take naps and hope that by the time we wake up, the fog will have lifted. We slept off and on for about 2 hours and the fog had not completely lifted. It was teasing us. There were moments that the sun was beating on the skin making me feel like I should take off my shirt, and then a few minutes later, the fog would cover it. The fog finally lifted for good at 445/500. By that time it was beginning to get chilly and the water didn't seem appealing anymore. The Brighton Pier is nearby, and we waltz over to check out the rides and the food.

Brighton Pier reminds me of a carnival, but smaller. There are games, rides, and fatty food. We hoped one of the vendors might have funnel cake, but no such luck. Instead it was homemade ice cream, freshly made donuts, belian waffles, and crepes. Still, nothing to complain about. Because we had spent 30 GBP the nite before, we know that we can't spend that much on food. So, we bypass all the goodies and decide to head home.

Crazy, busy weekend so Sunday was truly a day of rest!