Over the weekend I packed my bag, grabbed some sunnies and met with my best girlfriends post work at London Bridge Station. As we were off to Brighton!
An hour out of London lies the quintessential British seaside town Brighton. It's a place for sun, sea, fun fairs and plenty of parties (mainly hen or stag doos if we're honest). Fish and chips, Mr Whippy ice creams and candy floss are in abundance (what could be better?).
Dragging our suitcases we arrived at our tiny quintessential seaside Hotel, The Merridina.
Heads down on pillows after late night chats, a big Italian meal and plenty of wine we woke up the next day to see this....
... Brighton Pier in all its glory. The pier has been around since 1889 and a famous seaside town landmark, loved my many over the years. It's Victorian architecture stands out on a fine days, whisking you back to an era of pantyhose and bathing suits.
A wander round the town and there is plenty to see... from tiny tea shops in the Brighton lanes to musicians busking in the sun...
Pebbled beaches, rolling up trousers and paddling in icey water is a must...
and of course Brighton's VIP night life...
...So after all this, with our heads sore from the previous nights excesses there was one thing for it... to find matching sunglasses, kick back in the sun
and while away the afternoon. Afterall as a town famous for fish and chips and Smirnoff ice on tap, it was good excuse to grab a plate and a bottle to hand. When in rome eh?
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