Perhaps We’re In The Wrong Town?

Would you credit it, bright sunshine this morning. Great weather for a marathon. I offer L the chance to ‘see what she missed’ but for some reason she declines. Instead we both have the full English.



Then it’s time to check out of our room, that is after we’ve removed the layer of dog hairs that seem to have magically appeared and covered everything in our room.

We go for a wander around Eastbourne where we stumble across a film set on the promenade. They are filming a remake of the 1947 film of Graham Greene's Brighton Rock. I wonder if they know they’re in the wrong town? We go for a wander along the pier which has now been re-branded Brighton Pier. Perhaps we’re in the wrong town? As we walk along the pier looking at all the acts due to appear at the Brighton Palace, we notice everything is labelled as 1964. It’s like a scene from the ‘Time Traveller’s Wife’ or something similar.



If you see the film and they forget to overdub the sound of dogs barking, that’s us.

After giving the dogs a dip in the now much calmer sea we head back to Nottingham and amazingly the drive back is equally as easy as the drive down.