I Still Have Sand Between My Toes
An unexpected trip to the seaside could not have come at a better time. God knows I needed a break. Of course, it meant an entire day of not studying, but I guess the mind’s refreshment is worth a lot.
So, I ended up in Bognor Regis of all places, to spend a Sunday with a bunch of friends. The day was warm, though not hot, and we spent it mostly relaxing on the rocky beach. I tested the water, and it wasn’t too bad. It felt like the Gulf of Finland in early summer. It must be because the channel and the Atlantic never freeze, and the Gulf Stream brings constant warmth into the waters surrounding Britain. All in all, it was very pleasant.
The sea really was magnificent. Seeing a proper expanse of water calmed me instantly - in a way it was like coming home after a long absence. Literally the first rock I picked up turned out to be a fossilized shell of some kind, but I didn’t keep it in the end. I’m glad I’ve handled real fossils “in the wild” though. I also noticed these things, which I assume to be the signs of some animal burrowing in the sand. They looked sort of slimy, but were actually just piled-up sand. In the bottom right corner of the picture you can also see a little circular pit that I assume is some sort of trap with a hungry little sea creature at the bottom, waiting for prey. Any ideas what they are called?
Bognor Regis isn’t a special town by any means, but I’m glad I got out of London for a change. I got to try “real” fish and chips, eating them outside with the sea breeze in my hair, which was nice. I guess a lot of the seaside resort towns are similar, but only Bognor Regis hosts a competition where people launch themselves off the pier in an attempt to glide the farthest. That I can get behind.