An English Beach
A day at the beach was in order as neither of us had actually even been to a beach in the UK at all. We caught the train in the morning down to the south of England to the seaside town of Brighton which is famous for its stone beach and the Brighton Pier. That’s right, no sand, just stones. It’s not the best for walking or running on, or lying on, or playing on, or building sandcastles, but we did sit there and eat some pretty amazing fish and chips and drink some beer.
Other than that we walked along the beach in the water and also up and down the Brighton Pier and took in all the atmosphere of the pier. The pier goes quite far out into the water and all up and down it there are shops, bars and restaurants, as well as arcades and games and rides. It is a fun filled place and you could easily spend an entire day there. We played some arcade games and also went and got our feet munched on by some little Garra Rufa fish. A very strange experience indeed as you put your feet into a big tank of the fish and they swim around and nibble on your feet to get rid of all the dead skin. It is so bizarre as they swim around tickling your feet and ankles and even swimming through the gaps between your toes.
We were lucky enough to have some beautiful weather for the day seeing as it had been such a dismal Summer, and we enjoyed the sun and even got a slight tan, but before long it was time to head back to London and the reality of work the next day.