Getting from Paris back over to England was a wee bit tricky because England did not want to let me in. But I did get in, finally, and, after a quick train ride under the Channel (what the what. it still blows my mind.) I was back in merry old England, this time with my friend and roommate Sian-Amy, who was home for a summer holiday, as she would say.
So, I stayed at her home, courtesy of her lovely family, and partied it up, England-style. Our first adventure, was an excursion to Brighton. Plus a birthday cake.