Anyway, other news. We got up relatively early Saturday morning and jumped on a train to Brighton. It was a short trip (~45 mins) from London out to the beach. I think the funniest part of the day was after being on the train for about 10 minutes. The train only made two stops after we got on, one on the outskirts of London, then not again until Brighton. We stopped at the first stop - the guy in front of us must have been day-dreaming because just as the doors closed he jumped up and tried to get off. No such luck. He then turned around and asked if this was the last stop before Brighton... We then listened as he rung up whoever he was meant to be meeting and explained why he was going to be about 90mins late.
We arrived to a sunny blue sky, and a lot of wind! We made our way down to a fairly packed beach, only to find that instead of sand, the beach is covered in stones! Wierd... We found a nice spot and sat down anyway, and after 10 minutes we were then confronted with this:
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