Today felt like a really long, difficult walk. We spent a while trying to find the coast, then tried to follow it all the way figuring it would keep us off the roads. We walked along a spit of land with no bridge back across. We had to backtrack a mile to get on the right course.
Luckily we managed to make it to Brighton Pier before the final nail was hit into Arjuns carts coffin and we nearly flipped. Figuring we’d made it to the city centre, and because we didn’t want to be rude by being late for our host, we talked ourselves into getting a taxi to the place we were staying (about a mile and a half away).
Thankfully our host was fantastic, welcomed us with a beer and was sympathetic to our tiredness, though even then we were up chilling with him and his mates until 2am.