A trip to Eastbourne

[squirmelia]

I read poems by Lovecraft aloud at the end of the pier, drank a blue slush puppie, paddled briefly in the sea, looked at an upside down painting of a bed in an art gallery, snuck past builders to complete an Ingress banner, smelt roses, sat on the pebbles and stared at the sea, and my hair became tangled in the sea air.