Last Sunday we caught the subway to Brighton Beach, and walked along the sand to Coney Island.
Other than that, there isn’t much to say. It was a lovely sunny day, we paddled, Tom ate a chilli cheese hotdog, we watched people going on rides at the amusement park. Despite the beautiful weather it was all pretty quiet – a few sunbathers and swimmers on the beach, and several people fishing from the pier, but it was clear that the summer season is very much over.
It was a little strange to be on the beach less than a hour away from central Manhattan – it’s the last thing I tend to think of whilst in the city – but it was lovely to get some sea air. Given that it’s such an easy train ride away I can see us coming back for walks throughout the winter.