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UK in the middle of Summer; Let's go to the beach........

rain 10 °C

Back to my dear old Dad again who used to say that as a kid growing up in summer, everyone went to the beach.....probably saved the weekly bath discussed yesterday.

So, I say to Mandy "let's go babe, we'll have a swim and sun ourselves".

Say what......

Say what......

It's 10 degrees!!

It's 10 degrees!!

I've always said that there is no such thing as can't, cold and showers. Mandy had always wanted fish and chips in Brighton; so off we go.

First up a brisk walk to the station to warm us up and then an express (via 6 other stations) to Brighton and the beach. It was still fairly early and few people were on the road.

not many on the road this early...sleep in when we get home dear.

not many on the road this early...sleep in when we get home dear.

And it started to rain....this may not be such a good idea.

And it started to rain....this may not be such a good idea.

A pretty quick trip in the train saw us arrive in "sunny Brighton" after about 50 minutes. We couldn't see much of the country side because the line is bordered on both sides by hedges of trees restricting the view. Shame as this was part of our reasoning to visit Brighton.

Brighton Railway Station

Brighton Railway Station

The rain and then the wind picked up intensity, our umbrella frames were starting to part ways from the fabric. It probably has something to do with the amount of use they have received since we arrived.
Brighton Streets are busy

Brighton Streets are busy

The wind chill factor must have been just above zero so it was time for coffee. The latte and warmth were just heaven. Mandy (god I love this woman) dozed off. I should have learnt by now, she's just not into history and my discussion on Brighton being formerly part of the non-metropolitan county of East Sussex, remaining part of the ceremonial county of East Sussex, within the historic county of Sussex. Was just a little too much for her.

I should have learnt by now

I should have learnt by now

Time to find the beach, that will wake her up a bit. If it wasn't for the crappy weather, Brighton would probably be a fun place. They advertise free admission to the pier and use of the deck chairs.....what is this about??

Keep heading east and we'll find the beach. We found the water but no beach.

Where's the beach??

Where's the beach??

Ok, so we understood that Hyams Beach was unique with the whitest sand but this is ridiculous. It was rocks, rocks and more rocks. I knew that the UK had different beaches but seriously, you can't call this a beach.

beach my arse

beach my arse

So a swim was out. The temperature had dropped to 5 degrees, there was no sand and the wind had picked up......all in all only time for a quick dip for an old tough ex navy diver. Needed to work myself up first.

Good to be back; where's the little mermaid

Good to be back; where's the little mermaid

Break in the story. I'm writing this whilst we're sitting in the lounge having a scotch to warm up and I shit you not; if Mandy asks me once more what the time is I'll scream.
Look up Holmesie you goose

Look up Holmesie you goose

This is the view from the lounge, yet I still look at my watch when Mandy asks me the time. Where was I, Brighton.

So the beach is not a beach, yet for my dip I am assured of my safety because they have .......wait for it. A life guard. Red flags were out, no one was in the water, wind velocity was about 8 on the Beaufort Scale (fresh scale) and yet the life guard was on the rocks...and looked fast asleep. Who could sleep in this.

The life guard on duty; rain, hail or shine

The life guard on duty; rain, hail or shine


Loved the surf board. Tyson would have laughed at the idea of surf here.

Well we made it and to prove it we had to have the "been there" photo. Mandy's hair was literally as if she'd stuck her finger into a power outlet it was so windy.

No wonder I have no hair.....

No wonder I have no hair.....

Off to the Pier. You can't visit Brighton without going to the Pier. There were people everywhere and most of them were struggling to walk against the wind. It was so cold, Mandy and I were dressed for the regular Boxing Day at Bondi and everyone else were in coats, wellington boots and beanies. My nipples were about an inch long and my will.... let's not go there. It was definitely brass monkey weather.

Mandy needed some friction to stay warm and I was prepared to volunteer

Mandy needed some friction to stay warm and I was prepared to volunteer

Check out the people behind Mandy, they were sensible. So having visited Brighton, I was up for a dip. You will see me in the next photo leading the way into the water for the idiots school kids. Needless to say, no one followed me into the water. No heart.

A quick dip into the English Channel

A quick dip into the English Channel

It was just like my dive in Port Arthur in winter. I felt a lump behind each ear and I couldn't feel anything below the waist. Time to get out as a mild case of hypothermia was starting to set in. Time for lunch and the much awaited Fush and Chups.

So after drying myself with the beach navy style (rocks) and a cuddle with the goddess to restore some heat (she was as cold as a mother in laws kiss let me tell you), it was off for some lunch.

Found a little restaurant up from the beach and out of the wind. I had the fush and chups and Mandy had risotto. Go figure.......she wanted to come to Brighton originally to have fish and chips. I wanted her to have the Jellied Eels but she wouldn't be in it. Slippery little suckers is how she put it to me.

My favourite slippery eels

My favourite slippery eels

The restaurant was very old and consisted of three flights but in width was no wider than a normal bedroom. Very quaint is how I would best describe it.

Lunch in Brighton

Lunch in Brighton

hypothermia averted

hypothermia averted

Not going to show you what Mandy ate. Very unbritish....

Not going to show you what Mandy ate. Very unbritish....

Note I have to wear my glasses to eat now, least Mandy slip in some vego meal on me.

After a lazy Monday lunch and having recovered some body warmth, it was off back to London. I admit whilst we have no photos to prove it, we both had a granny nap on the way back. We intended to stop off half way at a cafe that we spied on the outward journey but missed the stop on the way back. The name of the cafe intrigued us; Peckish.

Tomorrow we're going to West End to see a stage show and do an early morning walk of the London icons. No better way than spending our last full day in the "old dart". Especially as it's starting to get a little busy now that the olympics are less than a week away.

Posted by mandt0413 12:27 Archived in United Kingdom Tagged beach the by brighton

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