After our magical night turned morning on Friday/Saturday, I had to hit the ground running on Saturday, and boy that was a bit rough after 2.5 hours of sleep. But then, I had Sunday off, and Kelly and I decided to bookend our amazing weekend with more awesomeness and head down to Brighton. Now, I'd already been there once a couple weeks previously with my sister (which is a post I still have yet to create... whoops), but it had been on the chilly side then, and rather cloudy/drizzly weather. This time, it was sunny and hot! The train down there was packed full of people all heading to the beach, and Kelly and I ended up sitting on the floor of the train car aisle where we had been standing. But we got to Brighton raring to go and headed straight for that beautiful, albeit rocky, beach.
We eventually got off the beach and walked along the seafront, stopping to try on some hats and admire the goods being sold on the pier. Part of me thinks I should invest in a proper sunhat, but then I think how often will I really wear it? That is still TBD, and probably will continue to be one of the great unanswered questions of my life. Anyway, having had enough sun, we wanted food and shade, so we set off to find a pub to eat at. We ended up sitting outside of one, and while waiting for our food to arrive, a cello player set up just a bit away from us and we were treated to some beautifully played music, most of which we recognized from various musicals and operas, etc. It was perfectly timed and absolutely wonderful to listen to!