Despite it being one of the most popular seaside destinations in the UK, until 2 weeks ago I’d never hit the south coast town of Brighton. I’m not a big beach lover, despite the chilled out vibe of a seaside town, so I try to avoid them as much as possible. However, people rave about how much they love Brighton so I had to give it a shot, especially when I only paid £20 for a train!
With the countdown until I hit Europe for a few weeks of travel ticking down to 10 months, I’ve been lapping up all the information I can get. I’m a planner, and I’ll be explaining more about that in a future post. But alongside the serious planning, I’ve been reading as much about travel experiences as I can. Blogs have been my main source, but I’m dying to read more travel memoirs. The first book I’ve picked up that isn’t a guide is How Not To Travel The World by Lauren Juliff, a book that I devoured in just a few short sittings (and I probably would’ve read in one go if that little thing called work didn’t get in my way).
Over the summer I spent around two weeks in Lancashire. Just touching distance from The Lake District, it always seems rude not to head into Cumbria for a day or two. Although if you ask Jack, South Lakes are still part of Lancashire (even though they haven’t been for his entire life). After being told multiple times by his mum that we had to spend an hour to two in Kirkby Lonsdale, we went for a wander one morning and if you’re around that area then you’ve got to take a peek.
Over the bank holiday weekend, I packed up a campervan with Hayley and Katie (and Hayley’s mum) and we headed across the English channel to France. Sure we hit up Sephora and had the worst French skills known to man, but this trip meant we were fortunate enough to find Quend-Plage-les-Pins on the Picardy coast which is potentially a blogger’s paradise.
You may have spotted on twitter that I’m looking at going interrailing next summer. I’m definitely a homebody and whilst I love exploring the UK and frequently visit places by myself, I’ve never done anything quite as scary as going abroad alone. I’ve taken one solo flight in almost 23 years. Seriously, I just don’t go abroad alone. And whilst I probably won’t be alone this time (hopefully Jack will be able to come with me), it’s a scary thought! By talking about it here, I can finally feel like I’m implementing the idea of a summer of interrail.