If you came from a seaside place, this is the period where your friends send you a lot of pictures about what they do on the beach and how tanned they are because in Italy there are 30 degrees.  On this case, you have 2 choices: take the first fly for Italy, kill everyone and not see anymore pictures or, much more easy, keep calm and if the seaside will not come to me, I’ll go to the seaside.

This is happened a couple of weeks ago when I decided to take a break from London so I jumped into the train from London Victoria and after 1h35 I arrived to Eastbourne. Continue reading “Beachy Head, East Sussex”