Craig and I woke up far too early this morning, looked out at the grey grey sky and thought it would be a lovely day to go to the seaside.
We decided to go to Brighton.
I was getting dressed & Craig was getting his breakfast when I noticed that it was snowing outside! Snowing!! I was very excited.
We still went to the seaside.
Free deckchairs!?! After Hyde Park in summer I was almost tempted.
Then I remembered that it was barely above freezing.
The Pier was still our first stop.
I’m always intrigued how other languages interpret the language of animals. Pretty sure britons use Woof though. Don’t know where Guau comes from.
Crazy Mouse? Booster? Walzter? Odd thrill ride names.
Freshly fried doughnuts.
The sun came out as we wandered into the centre of town. It was still ever-so cold but all alley ways and quirky displays and buskers.
It started snowing (sleeting? I am uncertain about the intricacies of frozen rain. But it wasn’t hail) as we left the museum/art gallery.
So we took our freezing selves (layers only last so long) to a burger place for lunch then hiked back up to the train station & took our Brighton Rock back to London.
London looked beautiful. The snow didn’t stick at all.