teenagers

Uggh, there are teenagers being very loud outside my windows tonight, drowning out even the seagulls for moments. There, the seagulls are back.

Instead of having a leisurely afternoon by the sea, I walked four miles to the next town, Rottingdean, along the base of the white chalk cliffs. Then I walked back along the top of the cliffs. For three hours I never stopped. Uggh. My feet are pretty spent tonight. Luckily I had some pretty great tennis shoes. Thanks Jolin for being patient while I stewed over that decision for an hour. The effort paid off I think.

The cliffs were amazing and there were some pretty great flowers too. They have such interesting stuff growing wild here: Dusty Millers the size of bushes, tall dandelions-- three or more feet tall, bee balm, lots of bee balm. Quite a pretty walk.

I had fish for dinner from a fish and chips shop. The poor gal behind the counter couldn't understand my accent. She had some sort of Middle Eastern accent and didn't seem overly confident in her English, then throw in an American and it was quite tricky.

I thought about going to a pub or something to talk to some locals, but really I am just too tired from my trek this afternoon. And tomorrow I have to get up early to catch the train to Salisbury, view the cathedral, then catch a train to Bath and move into the room there. Tabea comes on Thursday!

I promise to post pictures sometime soon, but for now I am too tired and I want to finish reading a chapter of my book on the history of Salibury before I go.

Have a good evening all.
Wendy