Brighton

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If we cast our minds back a few months to September 2011, to the days when the sun enjoyed staying out for longer, we remember a little town known as Brighton.

Lauren and I decided that our lungs needed a good shellacking of salty air once again and to get acquainted with what the UK had to offer down by its seashore. It also happened to coincide with the London riots that were fast approaching our place, so we chained up our bikes and shot off out of London for the weekend.

It is safe to say that Brighton can be split into two parts. The ‘seaside’ and the ‘alleys’. Depending on who you ask you will get a very mixed response of answers as to what they prefer. In fact, even many Londoners when quizzed would say that they didn’t even know Brighton had something more to offer that the famous Pier. In my books, those people need to dig a little deeper. They have missed out.

Picture a rabbit warren of streets with so many cafes that you are tripping over them, good coffee (which I was particularly pleased about), vintage stores, antique stores and more arty stores than you could shake your fist at. Around each turn was a new adventure and you were never sure what you were going to be dished up. We managed to spend a good half and hour in a store devoted to selling ye old stamps. Although we umm’d and ahh’d about many a purchase we ending up walking out with a full on blown history about each stamp from the owner of the shop! What an experience.

The seaside. Imagine golden sandy beaches, rolling, cascading waves and hundreds of people out enjoying the water. Now reverse it. That is Brighton. Ok, to be fair, we are spoilt coming from the Northern beaches, however, pebbles is not a good start for a beach. When we were able to look past the fact that it was pebbly and not exactly the best weather for gaining a later summer tan, we made our way along to the Brighton Pier. This place was pure happiness. I can image how many a young family would come down here for the day and stuff their faces with fairy floss, soft-drink, sweets galore, rides aplenty and top it all off with some fish and chips whilst watching the sun disappear over the horizon. Well, we did the last two options. The fish and chips was a highlight and spending some time walking around the Brighton Pier which is so steeped in history was quite the experience.

It must also be mentioned that we took a plunge and booked a ‘secret hotel’ on a last minute website and it truly payed off. Bay windows with a cracker view of the pier and water. This was a nice little treat as we became accustomed to staying in a range of weird and wonderful places whilst traipsing through other parts of Europe only weeks before. Well played Brighton. Well played.

All in all we would give Brighton the thumps up and look forward to adventuring there sometime soon again.

The famous Brighton Pier
The famous Brighton Pier
Happy that the sun poked its head through
Happy that the sun poked its head through
The Brighton deck-chairs
The Brighton deck-chairs
The turbo
The turbo
Enjoying our fish and chips on the Pier
Enjoying our fish and chips on the Pier
Lauren catching some 'open space' time
Lauren catching some ‘open space’ time
Soaking up the view from our 'secret hotel'
Soaking up the view from our ‘secret hotel’
Relaxed
Relaxed
Old Victorian band stage
Old Victorian band stage
Late afternoon sun
Late afternoon sun
Our Thai tea
Our Thai tea
Night rainbow on the Pier
Night rainbow on the Pier
Brighton Pavilion
Brighton Pavilion
The back alley's
The back alley’s
Saying farewell to the Pier
Saying farewell to the Pier
Roaming the alley's
Roaming the alley’s
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