You know those days when it suddenly strikes you that so much has happened and yet the date is still the same? Today was definitely one of those for me. Technically it makes sense because my day started at 3am, after only an hour’s sleep. London was freshly cleaned after raining all day and everything was eerily quiet as I caught a night bus from my house to St. Paul’s. Next, I weaved through cobbled stones until I reached Blackfriars station and caught the train to Gatwick. A cloudy night sky over the Thames, London still glows at 3am. Everything went smoothly, and the excitement of adventure out-won the lack…

It was a lazy start to the day and the damp ground outside didn’t bode well for our road trip to Brighton which we’d planned weeks ahead to accommodate the commitments of my two other friends. Why England? You’ve been giving us a warm hug for weeks now! With a bag packed, I was off first to uni where I met with the professor who supervises my summer project and then took the tube to the very end of the Northern line – Morden. Hopped into a car and off we sped down the A4 to the sea. Looping around to find somewhere to park the car (always such a…