The pavilion in BrightonThis was going to be a happy-go-lucky-blog about my excellent trip to Brighton, but tragedy has struck. My purse was taken from my bag on the bus. It's so stressful, but most of all it's annoying. I had just come back from a fabulous day at the seaside and then some nasty little criminal (or gang of them, according to inside police sources who are familiar with such skulduggery) took away my sanity.
It's not just the hassle of cancelling Dutch and English cards, losing my I.D., my National Insurance Card and money, but my wallet was full of little pieces of paper (an ingenious filing system) with addresses, notes to myself, phone numbers and vital bits of information.
It's all gone!
But, enough of that. At least I wasn't robbed at knife point or assaulted.
Jess, Lucie and me in front of special stone covered houses in the lanes in Brighton.
Jess, Lucie and me in front of special stone covered houses in the lanes in Brighton.But back to Brighton. Me, Lucie and Jess set off to Brighton on Monday and had the best day. Brighton is beautiful. I think I could happily live there. We explored the lanes which are packed with lovely shops and cafes, had lunch, poked around in thrift shops and Snooper's Paradise (like a fantastic garage sale of cool knick knacks and retro curios). I got a shiny pink brooch from Lucie and had a great time. The weather was fabulous, I was in great company and it was all just a short train ride away.
After checking out the lanes, Jess went to see her Mum in Little Hampton and me and Lucie looked at the Pavilion and went to the pier. I think that Cherry actually worked on this pier a few years ago, so I wonder if I've seen the place she used to be at. It was just like postcards. There was dangerous looking rides, deckchairs, lots of fish and chips being eaten and an arcade where you could put in 2p pieces and win a few more. I tried with all my change but didn't actually win any money back. I did, however, look on jealously as little boys with big bags of 2p coins worked the machines.Lucie and I went to a very cosy and trashy pub for a drink once it got dark and hung out. I think the thing about Brighton is that it has all the fun and excitement of London, but not the overwhelming size.
I'll leave you with a bit of street art I saw when we got there.
Perhaps the police presence in Brighton prevents pick-pocketing. (The newest Banksy I've seen)
3 comments:
Bad luck, but excellent spelling. Apparently skulduggery comes from the scottish word for adultery - sculdudrie.
You should remember how lucky you are to be able to visit English pubs. They're really unmatched, particularly in Australia.
I know, I've been to a few excellent ones recently. The Flask, up the road from my work, has all sorts of amazing micro organic cider/lager/bitters/ales on tap.
Last night we went to Lucie's local, the Duke's Head, which was also really lovely. Sigh. It's just a pity mine's is oh so slightly more lame!
I love Brighton too! We spent quite a few weeks there before settling in London and it was awesome.
And I'm so jealous how you have seen so many Banksys. I need to find out where some are.
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