After my adventure with the train in Battle on Saturday, I had no particular desire to travel very far on Sunday. So I didn't. Instead, I took a day off from the tourist grind and (aside from doing laundry) did next to nothing. I walked along the seaside and sat on the beach and read and watched the tide roll slowly in. The weather was beautiful, with high clouds so the sun wasn't just blazing and there was a nice cool (but not cold) breeze off the channel.

Eastbourne's beach is rocky, rather than sandy, or I'd have gone wading too. However, I didn't bring sandals with me, and I was worried a bit about cutting my feet on the rocks. It was still nice to just sit on the beach and enjoy the sea air and read, though.

Come to think of it, this may have been the first time in my life that I've ever just sat on a beach like that. I went wading (briefly) at Manly Beach in Sydney, and I've been swimming at Waikiki in Honolulu. I've walked along Ruby Beach in Washington state and driven along the Pacific in LA, but I don't think I've ever just sat. I must remember to do it again sometime.

Today's a bit of a day off as well - I'm traveling again, and aside from having to deal with one change of trains, I'm expecting to spend much of the day watching the English countryside slide past. In fact, as I write this, I'm about half an hour from Salisbury (my destination), and that's mostly what I've been doing.


Good heavens, but England is green. I grew up in Colorado, which is about as close as you can get to desert without being able to call it one. And of course, I now live in the middle of a real desert - the Sonoran. I'm not used to this much green. Tucson is going to be a shock when I get back.