A rare afternoon out lead to a wet and windy trip to Brighton Pier.
After filling my face in Harvester (who can resist the endless salad and filled potato skins?!) we headed to the pier for some sea air and arcade fun.
Living a twenty minute walk away from the sea front would lead you to think I’d be there all the time, and if I had my own way I would be. But chronic illness doesn’t allow for that so I make the most of it when I can.
Blustery weather is one of my favourite times to visit the pier. I love the sound of the pebbles rolling in the waves, the sight of waves crashing against the sea and rocks, and dodging the crashing water splashing everything it comes within fifty feet of.
After an hour on the pier and emptying a two penny machine of Love Hearts for the grand total of £2, I was ready for the dark bus journey home.
Of course, this afternoon out means it’s compulsory rest with my kitty the following day, but the pain and exhaustion was totally worth it. I had the best afternoon in what feels like forever. I can’t wait for next time!