24.07.2010 - 31.07.2010
A.R. finally arrived in Brighton and my arms last Saturday. It's been so good to be reunited after three months. In some ways time has gone by absurdly quickly but in other ways I was desperate to show her everything. We have spent some time exploring and running around. This is a pretty classic moment on the pier:
A.R. had to have the "world famous fish and chips", here she is sizing up the fried mutant fish (she says yummy):
She managed most of it which resulted in a food coma on the beach:
Last night we drank pitchers of Pimms with my friend C. from work and ate Thai food (oddly Thai is the local pub fare). I'm not sure I've said it specifically but I really like Brighton. Tomorrow is my last day and so I'm bidding farewell to landmarks and alleyways, this "home" I've had for three months and the sea. Leaving is always hard, wrapped up in habit and the beginnings of finely crafted nostalgia. But A.R. and I are on a European adventure and so we're documenting and moving on:
Today we went to Lewes, a small (pop: 16,000) market town on the river Ouse, famous for being the murky body of water that Virginia Woolf drowned herself in. Lewes is also famed for hosting huge bonfires (involving some serious anti-Catholic sentiments) and Thomas Paine. The streets are cute and winding with a distinctly medieval feel. Even though Lewes is approximately twenty minutes away from Brighton by train it is a whole other world:
One of the women I work with, a really nice and sort of sassy Scottish lady, gave us a tour of Lewes before feeding us coffee and cakes. After the tour she sent us up into the South Downs for the views. Unsurprisingly, we came across sheep in the wild flowers. Prior to this trip I never recognized my sheep obsession but now I follow them around the U.K. grinning maniacally and pretending we communicate. It seems like we could:
On Sunday morning A.R. and I head west to the New Forest and phase two of the adventure.