Fifty minutes to the sea
What amazed me this Saturday wasn’t that the Channel exists; it’s that it took me 9 months to realize it’s a fifty minute train ride to get there. How did I not know this? How had I wasted so many weekends in my apartment, watching re-runs of True Blood or reading the latest novel, while this gorgeous countryside awaited me?
I wasn’t disappointed in the trip. My friend from work and I (Carolina, she of the blue top in the pics below) met up with a Meetup group who offered a guided hike (great when someone else does the navigating!). All we had to do was show up at Liverpool Street Station at 9 a.m. I, of course, was late. But I wasn’t so late that I didn’t make the train – and I met some really cool people along the way. Below, a few pics from the trip (because y’all occasionally ask)! Yes, you’ll note that I’m hiking in jeans (a first for me). I wouldn’t normally, but it was an okay way to go, even if the mud was up to my ankles by the time we got back on the train.
And also, a word about the views – this place was really spectacular (it’s called Leigh on Sea) and it’s going to be host to the mountain biking course for the Olympics for 2012. And the best part about it, yes, was the small sea town at the end of our journey. Ironically, we never got to the wide open beach-type view you expect; but for a little while at the end, we stood by the sea wall, and watched a great sunset, enjoying the freshest fish and some excellent company. I’d write more, but there’s nothing pithy or wise to say about it – I went, it was fun, and I’ll do something again. All in all, an excellent adventure for a fifty minute train ride just East of London.