Seaford Head
I think one of the things that I’ve missed throughout the various lockdowns (aside from my family and friends of course) has been the sea. If I had to choose a natural habitat, I’d definitely go for the littoral zone, and I don’t know what this says about me. I just like a good transitory environment, the ever-changing space between the land and the wide-blue sea. Unfortunately being in London means that the coast is always a bit of a schlep, and because of London’s frustrating transport geography even the bits that are physically nearby out in the estuary are an absolute nightmare to get to from this side of town. Generally if I’m heading for the coast, it’ll be somewhere in Sussex – back in the day we’d get the train down there, with plenty of stations to choose from all along from Chichester to Rye, but these days it’s a 90 minute trundle in the car. Our target was Seaford which is, to my mind, one of the strangest coastal towns in Britain. Being by the sea