Brighton & Hove
Brighton/Hove I have walked 25.6km, in 50ish hours. I have spent 8 hours modelling in a (boudoir) photoshoot. I have laid under Orion’s Belt listening to the waves crash and then trickle & retreat over shimmering, breathing rocks. I have watched the sun come up while the moon is still high in the sky, slowly relinquishing attention. I have eaten alone in a fancy(ish) restaurant, absorbed in my book, and felt content - not lonely. I have a pocket full of stones & seaglass. I have fallen deeper in love with Erin Morgenstern and her wonderful words. I have had the best ice-cream of my life. I have been served by a guy in a pale pink feathery skirt & white fishnet top in a “normal” bar and fucking love that…the mulled wine was good too. I have slept solidly two nights in a row, for the first time in a long time. I have felt happy, content and at peace in my own company. I have had one moment of panic and fled a taco joint. I have been soothed by the sea. I have seen