came away with a few old photographs as souvenirs of my stay. I keep looking at them and wondering about the people's lives in the the images…
Let me start by saying something obvious, Brighton is great for vintage. Save up some money and go shopping it will make you happy (it would make me happy) yay consumerism.
Now we have that out the way.
My sister is doing the rounds of visiting her university choices over the next month. So I volunteered to do the kindly big sister thing and join her on some of her trips away. It helps of course that one of her choices is Brighton. A city I've always wanted to visit.
I had this idea that I would be walking around taking romantic photographs of the sea, tiled door steps and boutique lined streets. My DSLR just refused to work, it rained and hailed and I thought I was going to be blown away on the seafront, so that was that. Although my iPhone helped me take the above pictures.
It was really odd having the day to myself whilst my sister went to her uni meeting. I kept thinking 'this is time to yourself you're supposed to be enjoying it, enjoy it! I kept noticing families at lunch together and dad's taking their toddler's out for hot chocolate. It was really hard not to think 'ooh Tom would like this' or imagining Wilf ordering his 'babyccino' and having the waitresses coo at how utterly adorable it is to hear a two year old ask for one. I really hope to come back and bring my family soon.
My sister and I went out for dinner and a man in the table next to us drew her portrait and gave it to her as gift. We joked that that's just what happens here, it's a nice little memory of our weekend away (the picture was really good!). I'm kind of crossing my fingers she chooses Brighton as her choice now so we can have an excuse to visit.
Bristol you have my heart but I flirted with Brighton quite a bit this weekend!
p.s thanks to Mooshpie and Whatyousew on twitter for your great recommendations on places to visit and eat and also to the lovely Adele