Eastbourne is, shall we say, interesting. I get the impression that it's best days are either a long way in the past, or a long way in the future. I didn't dislike it - it seemed pretty real, which I like - but I was a little disappointed with the seafront (which is, after all, the main reason for going to a place like Eastbourne). I was expecting a mini-Brighton, which I know well (having lived there for several years), resplendent with up-market hotels overlooking the pier - you know the sort of thing, just right for a small libation before dinner. Perhaps we were there on their day off but we failed to find any up-market hotels on Eastbourne seafront.
We ate at one of Mr Harry Ramsden's places, which seemed to please Missy well enough...
|Fine dining in Eastbourne, 2015|
By all accounts Eastbourne pier nearly burnt down a year or so ago, so we weren't quite sure what to expect. But happily the pier was open - if not for business then at least to stroll up and down, which is what we did. This is the view from the pier looking East, as one does in Eastbourne...
|Looking East from Eastbourne Pier, on RC Warmtone|
As you can see the sun was getting low and making some interesting moves on the beach. It's not a real beach, though, like we have in the Liberties - it's more of a shingle beach than a sandy one. After a walk along the pier we came back and looked West:
|Looking West from Eastbourne Pier|
As you can see the light had gone when I took this one, so I didn't print this one as it's rubbish.