A damp Saturday

Jackdaw foraging on the railway line
Jackdaw foraging on the railway line

I am starting this post on Saturday on a Brighton train from London Bridge but we are not going to Brighton today. Our tickets are for Eastbourne, though Eastbourne is not our final destination.

Unfortunately, rail works have prevented us going from St Pancras (our friendly neighbourhood railway station just down the road from us), so we had to go to London Bridge and take the Brighton train, changing at Haywards Heath. It’s a relief that the train isn’t as packed as last week and we easily found seats.


The scenery is varied: green countryside, towns, factories and farms. Just after Gatwick, I saw a heron flying parallel to the line. Some wildlife has adapted to the cancerous growth of towns only to be faced now with the threat of global warming.

When we left London, it was sunny but as we trundle south, the clouds are gathering…


Artist in Eastbourne
Artist attracting attention in Eastbourne

At Haywards Heath we had the pleasure of sharing a group of four seats with an abusive young woman who seemed under the impression that she owned all of them. Her boyfriend then joined us but remained silent. Tigger shared a seat with the young woman’s feet until the latter graciously removed them to the floor. Thus we travelled in amicable hostility until our companions moved to other seats.


Eastbourne Pier
Eastbourne Pier under rain clouds

We reached Eastbourne about 11:30 and took a coffee break at the Via Cafe Bar before continuing.

As we made our way to the pier to pick up the 12A bus, it began to rain, gently at first. By the time we boarded the bus, it was raining hard. (See “Rain on the bus window” below.) Our destination was Beachy Head where we intended to have lunch. We arrived at this beauty spot under a dull sky and buffetted by blustery showers.

Bus in the rain
Rain on the bus window

The pub restaurant was packed, as you might imagine for a Saturday but we managed to get a table when some people got up to leave.

Because of the weather, we didn’t wait around. Usually, we sit for a while on the cliffs, admiring the beautiful view and taking photographs, but with the rain and poor visibility, the sensible thing was to take the bus onward to our intended destination, Pevensey and Westham.

Bleak Pevensey Bay
Bleak Pevensey Bay

We left the bus in Pevensey Bay. Usually, we tarry a while here and enjoy the quiet beach but on this occasion the bleak weather did not encourage us to stay.

We decided to move on but couldn’t find the stop for the ongoing bus. Maybe the rain had made our brains soggy. By now the will was somewhat lacking too, so we returned to Eastbourne, half-intending to bus out from there.

Gull on chimney, Pevensey Bay
Gull on chimney, Pevensey Bay

After a quick look around the shops and a milkshake at Via, the other half of the intention faded. So we went to the station and took the train to London.

The expedition ended tastily in the Raj Mahal restaurant only a couple of streets from us.

While eating, we planned our next outing which, will be to… No, I will tell you in due course.

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About SilverTiger

I live in Islington with my partner, "Tigger". I blog about our life and our travels, using my own photos for illustration.
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2 Responses to A damp Saturday

  1. Big John says:

    ‘Bleak Pevensey Bay’ … I remember it well. I spent most of my national service at a radar station on Pevensey Marshes. The highlight of my week was dancing on Eastbourne Pier (If I could afford it), if not it was a long walk on Beachy Head with one of the local maidens. 😉

  2. SilverTiger says:

    You know the place better than I, then. Though I was born in nearby Westham, my family moved to Brighton while I was too young to remember it.

    Pevensey Bay is a pleasant place to be on a sunny day, but not in the rain!

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