I decided to take a trip to Brighton with Lisangi the day after Oxford. We waited in the train station for two hours, wondering if our train would be delayed further or eventually cancelled. A fire on the tracks was the culprit. We asked around and found that we could take another train but risk being stuck in another destination if the train could not continue on the track. We waited for the Brighton train, and it eventually came.
Brighton was also beautiful, but for different reasons. Its a beach town, but the buildings look like European city buildings and the beach is all rocks rather than sand. I enjoyed it though; it was a beautiful place.
The best part? I found a vintage store and bought myself two flannels for £10.
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