Shimmering on the sea signalled to Harry that the day was upon him. He had some decisions to make, but first he was going to have breakfast. He made his way to the boulevard and reluctantly handed over the last of his money in exchange for a delicious eggs Benedict.
He sat in the small breakfast diner overlooking the seafront and wondered how he was going to survive. He'd only just managed to escape from Vernon and was still weak from the suffering he had been dealt. There was no chance of the Dursley's finding him, that he was decently sure of. He was currently somewhere in Sussex having gotten the train to Brighton and made his way east to some smaller towns. This was where he was currently stuck, without money, without a plan and with no discernible skills he could use to earn money.
Having finished his meal Harry ventured out a bit further from the town into the fields and forests. After 15 mins of walking through fields Harry found a spate of trees which he decided he could hide in and set up camp using what little survival knowledge he had.
He set up a small den like the ones normal kids his age made for fun in parks up and down the country, except Harry's was built for survival rather than joy. He was glad it was summer as that meant that even though he was still in 'rainy old England' there was less chance of rain than normal, and it was warm enough, this meant that he could focus more on comfort than shelter. Unfortunately as it was summer most of the leaves were still connected to the trees and Harry was quite short and thus unable to reach the branches. He used some leaves from bushes but he had to be much more careful and there were much fewer. After finishing his bed Harry went searching for some form of food figuring that he would need food eventually. After about an hour of searching without luck he called it a night and hoped he had better luck in the morning.