We travelled down to Brighton for a few days. I have never been to there and I made a big mistake when I thought I already know the English winter and how mild it is. Despite the fact that my ears turned to be icicles, I really enjoyed walking around and discovering a new city.
There are so many vegan restaurants and cafes and I couldn’t help but feel like a child on Christmas morning. It was unbelievably amazing to go through the menus, knowing that I can order absolutely anything and I don’t have to make special requests. For the first time, I tried ‘fish’ and chips at the Loving Hut (http://lovinghut.co.uk/) and it blew my mind. Their home made ‘mayonnaise’ just made the already perfect meal supernatural. And the orange brownie…I still miss him.
We spent quite a few time on the shore, just watching the sea and feeling the strength of the waves as they were trying to drag the pebbles under us with themselves.
The most beautiful part for me was when we started to walk home from the pier on the last evening and we saw this huge flock of birds flying around as one big swirling mass of poppy seeds. It was so perfectly organised as if it wasn’t thousands of birds but a gigantic magical creature dancing in the sunset. ‘They know that a cat is watching them’ he said. We just stared at them for a long time. It was such a breathtakingly raw experience that my mind calmed down and my eyesight became dewy.
Photo by Shaun Mew: Brighton, UK, February, 2016
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