I first visited the holiday resort pictured back in 1981. And that week too was warm and sunny. It’s Eastbourne on the South coast of England. The weather has improved from the drab, overcast skies to gloriously sunny this Wednesday afternoon.
Just to prove I was by the sea, there was a bracing easterly wind blowing to keep it pleasantly cool, despite the sun. Now that the good weather is here, I aim to take advantage of it. Just that fresh air and being away from London does it for me.
Then just to prove also that we are in England, the trains went wrong and I had to detour to Brighton by bus. The bus journey from Eastbourne to Brighton is among the most picturesque in the country, if not the world, as the bus makes it’s way up to Beachy Head and twists and turns around the many villages. The views are spectacular, chalk cliffs, the sea, oceans of greenery and that sums up the beauty of certain parts of England. That distracted me from the bottom achingly slow journey back to Brighton. But on a day like this, I’m not going to complain.
Sitting there on that seafront today is like being in that room in heaven. I hope that’s a long way off, but when I get there, endless blue skies, the sea and soft, mellow warmth will be the request from me at St. Peter’s Gate. Perfect.