Brighton

She walked across the sandy beaches in Brighton, and noticed the seaweed that looked almost like bonsai trees floating in the clear water. Further on there were brightly coloured beach huts, which were called "bathing boxes" in the leaflet she glanced at.

Walking along the pier, past the fishermen, she wondered whether there would be a funfair at the end of it, or perhaps reindeer. She did not find any rollercoasters, but what she could see from the edge of the pier, when she stared into the twinkling water, were stars.