Birling Gap, Eastbourne
Birling Gap has to be one of my favourite places in the whole world. Coming from the midlands, I couldn’t possibly be any further away from any beaches or coastlines so when we do decide to go somewhere, we generally tend to travel down to Eastbourne and Brighton.
When little 8 year old Dan packed his rucksack and left Austria for England, the first place he lived was Eastbourne so it holds a lot of sentimental value for him there.
For me, it has fast become my second home since Dan took me as one of our very first ‘dates’. The quick drive from a usually very quite Eastbourne promenade to the Lanes of Brighton always fills me with happiness. There is nothing quite like it.
It’s become quite a tradition for us to visit Birling Gap at least once during our stay. Having your head almost blown off and your partners coat belting you around the face as you desperately try and seek shelter behind them isn’t everyone’s idea of fun but I love it.
Being in all these moody settings whilst it’s drizzling and blowing a gale is some sort of trend for me. Aside from it quite literally fluttering the cobwebs away, it kinda makes me feel like I could stop and shoot an album cover for Ben Howard.
We always say that the chalk cliffs and sea water look almost alien to us. Rocks coated in seaweed and shells battling to hold on to the shore, the elements nearly don’t make sense side by side. It’s something you’d expect to see in Iceland or another land. Maybe that’s why we love it so much.