Visiting the beach town of Brighton in the southern end of the UK didn't take much effort. A train delivered us from London in about an hour. I had been here almost 20 years before in 1992. As far as I could tell, nothing had changed at all. The blob of spilled ice cream was still there dripping through the slats. It had that slightly gloomy feel that really old carnival piers give me. There's something nice about rock and pebble beaches, though. It's the feel of the smooth clean rocks on your skin. Laying back sinking into the rocks can feel like meditative acupressure. And you don't pick up all those particles of sand that get in between your toes. But walking barefooted to and from the water can be painful as Pam discovered.
what a very lady-like walk Ate. =)
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