It started off in a really bad fashion.
After planning a great daytrip to Oxford and indulge on architecture and history, I came across an offer I couldn’t refuse – a friend invited me to a The Sounds concert in Brighton, the very same day I had planned my quintessential English odyssey. What’s an indie girl to do?
I woke up at dawn and explored Oxford earlier and quicker than anyone fully sound should, and I raced back to London to catch my late afternoon train to my rock event.
But you know how, hum, quick and efficient transportation in London can be…. ahem.
I almost didn’t make it in time. A few pearls of sweat on my forehead, I finally boarded my southbound train in a very inelegant yet slightly overwhelmed manner.
But luckily, I made it just in time for this. Simply the most magical sunset of my entire life.
I couldn’t get enough of the all the different hues, and the warm, dying rays of the sun. The mood changed so quickly I could barely keep up. It truly was the kind of sunset that surpasses what any word could possibly describe.
I may have only been in Brighton a few hours, most of them after dark, but I will never regret my decision to take my friend up on her offer. A side of me was disappointed not to have been there earlier to explore this vibrant city, but I think that in the end, I really don’t have anything to complain about (not that’s ever stopped me before).
And for those who wonder, yes, the concert was a lot of fun. I might have to kidnap Maja Ivarsson and ask her how in the world she got those legs.
Have you been to Brighton before? Are you a fan of this dynamic, indie city? Have you seen one of its sunsets?