So, What Went Wrong? Part 3

On the third day of my trip I woke early. Had a lovely cooked breakfast with my uncle and aunt and headed toward Bexhill. It was wet and windy. Don't believe me? See for yourself:

Wet in Hastings

Wishing I hadn't packed my jumper right in the bottom of my bag.

After a couple of hours I made it to Bexhill and the weather was brightening up.

There wasn't much to see in Bexhill so here is my view as I sat to eat an apple (apple not pictured).

The south coast really is the place to go if you like piers, here we are at Eastbourne famed, and rightly so, for its ability to attract the elderly.

As I left Eastbourne (which is not as close to Bexhill as I thought!) I decided to take a slightly longer route and go to Beachy Head. Beachy Head is one of the UK's top suicide spots, though it was so windy while I was up there I wonder if a few of these suicides haven't just been unlucky people who though attaching sales to their backs was a good idea.

Eastbourne

Beachy Head, I wasn't getting any closer to the edge of the cliff.

Chillin'

In-audible proof of how windy it was on Beachy Head. Also proof of my inability to use a camera.

After Beachy Head I was pretty chilled and I thought: "Sod it." So I took the bus the 5 miles to Seaford where I was to spend the night.

Seaford

Just thought you'd like to see my dinner. I call it 'noodle and ham mess'.

All in all the day was pretty rocking and I went to bed feeling good... The following 12 hours were just awful.

You'll have to wait until tomorrow to find out though!