Brighton

Brighton, Brighton, Brighton...where to begin. Firstly, you were defiantly worth the 7am wake up on a Saturday. Secondly, you were even more beautiful than I expected. And thirdly, how soon can I return?

As soon as I stepped off the train at Brighton station I immediately noticed it's colourful nature. No, it was not like London. London is bleak and mind-numbing...but Brighton is vibrant and happy. The people, the atmosphere, and it's sheer pride are enough to see how it lures in the crowds. 

Being an Australian, I laughed at Brighton Beach. Everything about it seemed so wrong. There were pebbles where there was meant to be sand, the water looked horrible and cloudy, it was raining, and not to mention the temperature of the water was something I would not be keen to swim in! But that's what makes it so special. Brighton Beach is everything a beach shouldn't be, and that's why I love it.

Another thing you can't go pass up is fish & chips. You can't go to Brighton and not have fish & chips (although I will forgive you for not putting vinegar on them...that's just plain weird!) Sitting in the park with friends, eating our lunch...it was just a moment of bliss. 

Walking through the streets, they were lined with colourful decorations and market stalls. Brighton just has such a happy feel to it. From now on, Brighton is my happy place. After all, it's only a train ride away, but it feels a million miles away from busy London. 

TTFN x