Adventures with cliffs

Jim and I took Friday off and were going to just putter around the house, but Jim got motivated and we headed off to Seaford, England, which isn't far from Brighton, England...both of which are on the coast and only about an hour and a half train ride away.

Seaford has a lot of wind and some beautiful cliffs. THe beach is made of pebbles (or, what we would commonly refer to as "rocks.")The water is clear and blue and we could see the ferry coming from France and then leaving to go back to France, as well as WW2 planes flying over and upside down and in loops.

Jim in front of the sea and the cliffs:


There were multi-colored beach huts along the beach. Some people used them for storage and others used them for hanging out:






At the top of the cliff, we thought there were lots of brown stones...then they moved and we realized that there were hundreds of bunnies. We were worried if we walked too quickly towards them they would throw themselves off the cliff...but they just went into their holes. Which, we noted, probably weren't helping the erosion problem that the cliffs are having.


These cliffs are called the Seven Sisters. We don't know why, but we had several hypotheses (Jim hypothesized that they look like boobs...but I pointed out that if they were boobs, they would only be 3.5 sisters. We'll never know. Or maybe someone will enlighten us. Or I could look on Wikipedia.)


THis is our dream cottage, on the sea:


On the beach, we threw rocks for this cute dog. And Jim nearly got swept away by the waves while he did his LL Bean pose:




Here Jim sits at the mouth of a River. In the far background is the sea (the English Channel). The second picture is of the river winding away from the sea. We were surprised that the river was flowing towards the ocean instead of away from it. We don't know much about rivers and how they flow, apparently.



After all the nature, we went to a pub. I had homemade lime fizz. It was refreshing. Then I sign languaged to Jim that there were some Americans sitting behind us and he said, "What? Are they saying the Star Spangled Banner??" in a very loud voice, which made the two Americans look up from their tea and was very embarassing.


We found, actually, that people in Seaford had a really hard time understanding our accents. I think it's more of a locals type of place.

We spent the night in Seaford and, instead of exploring nature some more, we went to Brighton. We had to check out the Brighton Pier, which had an amusement park at the end of it and an arcade on the inside:


I lost Jim for a little while, but found him safe and sound...


Dance, Dance Revolution requires WAY too much coordination for us. And, as usual, a gaggle of teens stood sniggering behind the old farts trying to play the high tech video game without any success (seriously...what is up with the arrows on that game? My brain and my feet can't process it fast enough!)


Brighton was full of artsy places and cool clothing stores and fleamarkets. We didn't get to explore as much as we would have liked, but here are a few of the things we did:

Visited the outside of a castle:


Observed awesome graffiti in the form of a tribute to rappers and to James Brown:




Once again, wondered about the Rainbow Bright trend, which is also popular in London...most noteably in Camden and particularly in the Rave Shop in Camden Market, where you can buy all kinds of puffy, colorful outfits,which can be worn to the fleamarket or at the rave.


When we got home, Jim cooked a gourmet meal and Spike came over for a visit. Fun times..and it's only Saturday still! We love long weekends.