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Hard to believe that a week ago I was trying to catch a train in Guildford.  Actually, technically speaking, a week ago I was already on a plane flying over Iceland and Greenland to Canada–they’re six hours ahead of us.  But who wants to be technical?

We went to the beach Friday night.  I kept telling my Sisters, “Guys, this is sooo warm!”  But then, compared to the English Channel, almost anything feels warm.  I didn’t actually swim on the French side–not on purpose, anyway–but we did swim in Brighton, and that was very cold.  It was even colder later since I’d put my only sweater on while everything was still wet, so then it stayed wet the rest of the evening.  When’s the last time your teeth chattered in August?  Crazy.  Still Brighton was probably one of my favorite places in Britain.  I don’t know what was wrong with Queen Victoria–I loved the Royal Pavilion!  Darra said she liked it but couldn’t have lived there.  I could have lived there, yes indeed.  Except the upstairs…the yellow rooms would have to go.  If any of you ever get the chance to go to Brighton, pay the 5 pounds to get into the Royal Pavilion…it’s worth it.  And make sure you have a couple extra pounds for lunch or dessert and tea in the tea room upstairs.  They serve the tea in little pots (even when it’s just for one), so I ordered some (I went through the house a lot faster than my friends) and sat reading Mansfield Park and drinking tea and feeling very British if not elegant.  No wonder I liked Brighton so much!

I probably ought to mention in advance (and perhaps apologize) that ya’ll will probably be getting random stories from our trip for a while.  It was too big to put all in one entry, but it had too great an effect on my life to just leave it behind.  Besides, that how my memory works–it pulls the oddest stories out at the strangest times.