A few weeks ago while in England, I took the train from Victoria station to Brighton, an hour south of London.
I got there on a Sunday afternoon and spent the day visiting my cousin and his family. We drove around the coast and also walked around the marina and the pier.
Brighton is apparently a popular weekend and holiday destination. If you hate crowds, don’t go on a Sunday afternoon.
A few days later, I came back on a Wednesday and walked along the beach. Hardly anyone was there.
I loved the old-world feel of the pier and the seafront. The pebbles on the beach added to its charm. Though I imagine, as my friendMichelle said, laying on that beach would be uncomfortable.
Nevertheless, I loved the sea air, the rush of the waves, and the endless, hazy horizon.
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