Alarm at 0600 hrs. Ready to leave earlier than expecting to text Miss Brighton i will be over and could go
for an afternoon drive before an evening meal out. She is keen.
Meet at the Marina and i present a bunch of rose and carnations.
Not quite what i expected, on the phone sounded English, but with the name Simona i suspected eastern European.
So i asked are you Romanian or Hungarian, whoops neither, Yugoslavian, that did not go well i guessed.
Thinking fast i asked if anywhere near the Austrian Alps ?
Yes we see the Alps from my home town.
Ah, you Ski then ?
No i have never skied.
Quickly suggest a visit to Beachy head as she has never heard of it, but when we get up there the sea mist has completely covered the view.
I had just past a sign post for Battle and i had never been there either, so a visit to Battle and the Abbey is agreed.
Near total silence journey over. A chatty chat over cold drink at the Chequers pub.
Near total silence walk around the grounds.
As we drove round I tried, and kept asking you ok?
Yes sunbathing.
Again, You ok ?
Yes enjoying.
Return to Marina and ask how long you need before i collect you for an evening out dining.
"Just one hour, however i do have a headache, but you can pick me up at 1900 Hrs.
Oh ok, i'll go book into B&B of of load gear & get freshened up and pick you up.
B&B is on the sea front which is heaving with bodies, the side street are packed solid every where,
having traveled around the block 3 times and trying to call the B&B to ask where is your parking.
I return to the Marina and pick up text from Miss Brighton,
Sean thanks for a great day, but don't feel is right to go out later... wish you well and thanks again. and headache was not excuse i really have it.
great, now i'm stuck in Brighton.
I try the B&B once more but as i past again a Hen party of about 20 girls + one blow up naked gentleman spill out the B&B onto the street.
I ask, Excuse me where is the parking for this B&B,
"Dunno, we cames down on the train innit"
Sod this i'm going home, so start trying to travel up through the city centre, buses tosserrs in mec's t**t's on bikes cutting me from left and right, total grid lock.
Sign comes up A23/M23 /orA27 to Lewis. Quick N4LLY make you mind up. b*******s i'm not following these nutters back up to that there London.
So take the coast road A27.
Pull in the first services, a full dose of Super for the Z3 which has been going already 12 hours and chocolate hobnobs and raspberry zucazade for me.
Sweet the A27 is empty i was right, no one would be traveling west to east on a hot Saturday night (I'm in logistics remember) A27 turn's into the A259
which is even emptier and if you have traveled on it when its empty is stupendous. I did have a couple of pace makers across the marches which was great keeping up with them.
(They obviously knew the road inside out)
Half full of Hobnobs and time to reflect.
Best £95 i have ever wasted (Not using the flea ridden vomit hole with no parking B&B)
What a great drive. Home in a little under 3 hours , with pit stop and two photo opportunities.
Also realized, i know who i am and i am happy with that.
Will i do it again tomorrow ? NO. Will i do it again ? YES !
The Abbey
Get me home please.