November 5th is Guy Fawkes Day here in lovely old England. So, I’m enjoying several different firework displays from my window as I sit here typing this, snuggled up in a blanket with Sullivan (Greg’s currently trying to figure out how to turn our heat on).
Greg and I decided to spend this chilly November 5th exploring Beachy Head, which is the name of the impressive chalk white cliffs in East Sussex, England. We woke up at the crack of dawn and spent 3.5 hours on 3 trains and 1 bus to make it to the cliffs around 1:30.
Worth it. Beachy Head was breathtaking! There’s simply no other word to describe it. I’ve been dreaming of visiting Beachy Head ever since I stumbled upon a picture of the cliffs on Pinterest earlier this summer. It did not disappoint. Greg and I strolled, well, stumbled, along the rocky beach (rocks are hard to walk on!), and climbed up to the very top of the cliffs where we were greeted by some spectacular views, which was super rewarding considering the walk up the cliff was rough and left us both gasping for breath, although I swear we’re in shape.
Fun fact: Beachy Head was where the portkey dropped Harry and the gang off for the Quidditch World Cup in the film adaptation of Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. See?
After we hung out on the top of the cliffs for a while, taking in the sights and scaring ourselves by attempting to look over the edge without getting too close, we popped into a little cafe, I got some hot chocolate, and then we made our way back to Southampton.
Tomorrow, I will head into London for a pole class with Bendy Kate (super excited) and to meet up with an old friend I haven’t seen since high school. Our next trip out of the country is in just a couple weeks, and neither of us can wait!