We kicked off Sunday with a walk down to a cafe at the marina. The walk was further than we remembered, and the light drizzle became heavier as we went, and the wind picked up. Welcome to summer in England.
Why didn’t we catch a bus? Because it’s not far and the weather didn’t look too bad. Wrong on both counts. Anyway, the cafe was pleasant and the coffee was good. We did have enough sense to catch a bus back. Unfortunately, we didn’t have enough sense to get off at the right bus stop so it probably would have been quicker to walk, by the time we wandered up and down the streets looking for ours.
Michelle went up to Emily’s and I went off to find a Three store. Things open surprisingly late on a Sunday in Brighton, 11am for a lot of things. Even the Duck House was shut. No ducks today.
Roast dinner with Emily and Chris at The Geese pub. Must go back to try out the sausages and mash one night. An amazing array of fillings. I want to try out the wild boar sausages. I wondered what was in the one labelled ‘rare breed’. And surprisingly, no goose sausage.
After that we wandered back to our flat and took in the sunshine and read quietly. I say read, but I mean drop off trying to read. We’d done about 17,000 steps and still needed to realign our body clocks to the new time zone.
