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 the weirdest tree of my life, growing strange, red, almost velvety, furry, bumpy cone aliens.

I have been envious of the swimmers in the sea. 

I have been moved by the music of Daughter - on repeat. 

I have never pointed my toes so much or been so aware of my shoulders. 

I have eaten breakfast followed immediately by a second breakfast in a different cafe.

I have seen my first offshore wind farm and think it adds a humanish, hazy quality to the horizon.

I have eaten a burger that shouldn’t have worked but was delicious (Beef, Monterey Jack, rocket, crispy onions, peanut butter and sriracha) with a beer I really enjoyed.

I have meandered The Lanes and stumbled across a HP shop just as I was thinking it was like Diagon Alley.

I have giggled like a teenager, when asked the name of my partner. & been told my eyes light up at the mention of his name.

I have (finally) met someone who loves Morgenstern as much as I do. Connecting over books while she made up my face.

I have bum-shuffled down the beach to find the best pieces of treasure.

I have worn the best (colour changing) eyeshadow and felt like a queen. 

I have had a glass of wine in (the) bees mouth, again on my own and loved it.

I have sunbathed in -2 (which feels like -4) while the cold creeps & seeps into my being and my toes go painfully numb.

I have found part of the globe which fills me with contentment in a way I cannot adequately explain. 


I have a suitcase full of lingerie & I guess it’s time to go home.


I have had the best time.





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