Man, what a day! I’m a forester, right? So, I’m used to trees, birds, and the smell of pine. But today? Today was a whole different ball game. I found myself in Bexhill-on-Sea, of all places. Yeah, that little seaside town in the UK.
So, I roll into town, and first thing I notice is the seafront. The beach is all pebbly, not sandy like I thought. I mean, who wants to sit on rocks? But hey, it’s got that classic British charm, ya know? The sun was shining, and I thought, “Alright, maybe this won’t be so bad.”
I hit up the De La Warr Pavilion. What a building! It’s all modern and artsy, but also kinda retro. I’m standing there, thinking, “This place is fancy for a seaside town.” I snap a pic for the ‘gram, of course. Gotta show off, right?
Then, I decide to grab some grub. I wander down Terminus Road. I’m starving, and I see this little café called The Coffee Shop. Sounds good, right? I go in, and it’s packed. I’m like, “Great, just my luck.” But I’m patient. I wait in line, and when I finally get to the counter, I order a bacon sarnie. Simple, but classic.
While I’m waiting, I overhear this couple arguing. Like, full-on shouting about who left the milk out. I’m standing there, trying not to laugh. I mean, come on! Milk? Really? But then, it kinda gets to me. I think about how people get so worked up over the dumbest stuff. I mean, I deal with trees falling and wild animals, and these folks are losing it over dairy.
Finally, I get my sarnie, and it’s glorious. Crispy bacon, fresh bread. I take a big bite, and it’s like heaven. But then, outta nowhere, this seagull swoops down and snatches half of it! I’m standing there, mouth agape, like, “Did that just happen?” I’m chasing this bird down the street, flapping my arms like a madman. People are staring, and I’m just like, “Yeah, I’m the crazy forester chasing a bird.”
After that fiasco, I need a breather. I stroll down to the beach. The waves are crashing, and I can feel the salt in the air. It’s calming, ya know? I sit on the pebbles, just watching the sea. I think about my trees back home, how peaceful they are. But then, I see this kid building a sandcastle. I’m like, “Dude, you’re on rocks, not sand!” But he’s all in, and I can’t help but smile. Kids are so innocent.
Then, I decide to check out the local shops. I wander into this quirky little place on Sackville Road. It’s full of knick-knacks and weird stuff. I find this ridiculous gnome statue, and I’m like, “I need this in my life.” I buy it, thinking it’ll make my garden look more... interesting?
But then, as I’m leaving, I bump into this old lady. She’s got this fierce look, and she’s like, “Watch where you’re going, young man!” I’m taken aback. I mean, I’m sorry, but I’m not a mind reader! I mumble an apology, and she just huffs and walks off. I’m like, “Wow, Bexhill’s got some characters.”
As the day winds down, I head back to the seafront. The sunset is stunning. The sky’s all orange and pink, and I’m just standing there, soaking it all in. I think about how crazy today was. From chasing seagulls to arguing couples, it’s been a rollercoaster.
I finally head back to my car, feeling a mix of emotions. Happy, frustrated, surprised. Bexhill-on-Sea, you’ve been a wild ride. I’ll take my trees any day, but this little seaside adventure? Not too shabby. I’ll be back, maybe with a better plan and definitely with more bacon.