Public transportation and I are the epitome of a love/hate relationship. First, I love how quickly it is to get around. Then, I become painfully aware of how many people are coughing around me. Then, the Tube breaks down and I have to take an Uber. Then, I see the Uber bill and remember how much I love public transportation.
As much as my negative feelings toward it grow, last weekend, public transportation made a gorgeous last-minute day trip possible. Patrick crafted a plan to go to Brighton for the day, and he triumphantly played dad and mapped the route for us.
Train 1: London –> Brighton
Attempting to paraglide via scarf.
Adding the next three to my ongoing collection of “Millennials in Europe”:
Mara gets a special shoutout for best shoe choice of the day. As we struggled through grass, mud and rocks, Mara wore her LL Bean boots with pride.
Also she’s my go-to unsuspecting model and only complains a little bit about it.
This is Mara summed up in one picture–ll that’s missing is coffee.
Bus 2: Devil’s Dyke–>Brighton
Before getting on this bus, we embarked on a mission to beat the sunset and arrive at our next destination before dark. It was bold, and we were up to the challenge.
Train 2: Brighton–>Seaford
Bus 3: Seaford–>Seven Sisters
It was after getting off this bus that I thought I broke my camera, only to discover when I got home that it was actually on self timer and I didn’t notice. Despite my utter obliviousness, I managed to get some gorgeous shots as we sprinted over a gigantic hill to get to the coast.
But all the trains and busses and running over a hill and rolling my ankle and drenching my shoes with mud was worth it for this:
It got dark quickly, but not too quickly for a moody silhouette photo.
Bus 4: Seven Sisters–>Seaford
Train 3: Seaford–>Lewes
Bus 5: Lewes–>Three Bridges
Train 4: Three Bridges–>London
Our group was surrounded by so much beauty both in the city and in the country, all in one day. England is unreal.