Friday I went to Brighton, one of England’s south coast beach towns located a little over an hour (via public transportation) from London.
It was a stereotypical British beach day: Chilly, cloudy, and breezy.
The water did not quite numb my feet, but it certainly wasn’t too inviting. Regardless, the pebbled beach was charming.
Except for a few daring souls, the water was free of sun tan lotioned-waders, and even the surrounding area was pleasantly lacking the typical beach mob of people.