So, I got older this week - the perfect excuse to take some time out and have a break. Louise was whisking me away somewhere in England and I only found out on the day of departure that we were bound for Brighton - a childhood favourite of mine.
Unfortunately I was a div and forgot my camera, but anyhow. It’s changed a lot since I was last there about eight years ago - gone from the seafront are many of the quaint little traditional seaside junk shops that you expect from anywhere with a beach; in their place, rows upon rows of bars. The last time I went there was one whole bar on the seafront, now it’s packed with the things.
Of course, the last few years Brighton’s proximity to London has pretty much guaranteed a constant influx of Londoners and as a result, the city itself has changed somewhat, and property prices have unfortunately gone through the roof (which is a shame as I’d really like to move there… no such luck). On the other hand it is nice to feel that Brighton has grown up alongside me as it’s certainly more of an interesting place nowadays for those who can take or leave quaint seafronts… The Lanes have retained most of their tiny coffee shops and jewellers - and the inexplicable vintage armoury which will sell you a musket for a few hundred quid if you were that way inclined.
Either way, it’s still just as lovely a place as I remember - while we only went for a night we were never out of things to do (which also saw me venturing into a bar, gasp. The lovely Suga Qube), played the most epic games of Air Hockey ever and ran out of time to eat at all the places we wanted to.
One of the places we were slightly less keen on eating at served Shark Fin Soup and Stir-Fried Ostrich.
Really regretting forgetting my camera now. Sob.
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