Our second morning in Brighton we woke to overcast skies and a muggy sweaty kind of heat. Sitting around on a breezy beach sorting out pebbles from shells seemed like the best way to kill the day so we headed down to the promenade straight after breakfast.
The bright beachy facades on the way had us toy with “one day” ideas of how we might paint our house fronts, once we have a place to call our own.
I’m really not sure why I thought Brighton would have a sandy seafront, so when I first saw the beach, I felt almost disappointed that we wouldn’t be padding around barefoot in the tide, which is probably my favourite thing to do at the sea. As it turns out there were plenty of other things to do.
Peoplewatching being the main pursuit of the day.
Closely followed by ice cream. We walked all the way over to Hove for the very best in town, from Marocco’s and it really did hit the spot.
On the way back blue hour stated to set in, the water turned a pale bottle green and the sky over the grey clouds that powerful bright blue. The tide withdrew so far that it exposed the sand pad under the pebbles and we could finally kick off our shoes to wade through the shallows all the way back. Lau pointed out tiny hermit crabs and other crustaceans both dead and alive in the tiny pools that formed with the tide as we hopped and skipped back past the eerie West Pier.
The flocks of gulls followed us all the way back to Brighton Pier, picking around in our footsteps, foraging for food under rocks we overturned.
At night the seaside transforms into a loud and rowdy party strip, but we were more interested in conversation and only passed by to admire the contrast of the yellow and blue lights as it all slowly turned into darkness.