Feeling fantastic. Had a lovely beach filled weekend, one being an actual beach, the other actually an excuse to make a drunk arse of oneself but named Brighton Beach so it counts. Yet to decide which was better. I powered through the freezing cold, trousers rolled up and shoes off down the beach on Thursday to go for a bit of a paddle, whilst my friend observed from the warmth of the path. Unfortunately she disallowed making sand angels as she didn't want a sandy car.
Brighton Beach on the other hand was just rather hilarious. I must remember never to wear my sister's black boots ever again for they resulted in me sliding all over the place all night and twice properly falling over, thank goodness for the man who picked me up as I was too busy laughing to get up myself.
Loved the presence of Kate's "bitch" and the random man who popped up in all pictures. Much apologies to the sweaty man who was made wetter when my pint went down his arm. Too tired to communicate properly so this may need some editing when I'm more alive.
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