BRIGHTON. The place to be since.. well, forever. The place for English seaside joy, the clubs, the pubs and of course the shopping. Not even just shopping, but simply the joy of wandering the lanes, marvelling at the window displays and wishing you were rich.
I have recently ensconced myself fully as I now work a stones throw from my front door. I am a city girl in the loveliest city of all. Walking out of my country cottage-esque house I trundle to work, to trundle back again for lunch and this evening I ambled gently to a local pub to meet with friends for a post-work half.
Weekends are the best in Brighton. A typical weekend will involve on one day, breakfast out. This is my favourite meal to have out - pancakes, eggs, doesn't matter. As long as it involves coffee, juice and maybe a paper, I'm HAPPY. Then some window shopping and maybe a tiny purchase, back home with
probably a visit from a relative or friend before going out in the evening or just chilling out at home.
The whole atmosphere in Brighton on a weekend is gorgeous - stay away from Churchill square I mean, it gets pretty hectic over there.
Brighton feels jazzy. Its open and friendly and relaxed. When the sun is shining, it's perfect.
Feeling the love right now.
Yeah.
By the way, the lovely photos are by a local Brightonian Peter Williams. I think they sum up my post much better than I can, on this dark windy evening.
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