I suppose I wouldn’t be a true Austenite if I came all the way out here and didn’t go to Brighton. So off to Brighton I went this very not-fine Saturday. Storms were forecasted and I was truly not in the mood to get out of the house. But I had to get my bike to Steve’s before heading off to London anyway, and would have already been on the train. So it was decided.There's a lot of history surrounding Brighton, like how it's name actually stems from 'bright helm town'. But as always, I don't intend to give out history lessons in my blog, so you can read up on it yourself.
As with other trips around Kent, I ended up spending more time on the train and buses than I did in the town itself. It was an uneventful trip, and despite the lovely things I saw, somehow I only ended up feeling slightly melancholic and lonesome.
Brighton was ridiculously crowded. Unlike Rye and the other beachside towns I had seen, it was crammed with people rushing this way and that, which took away the holiday feel. I took a walk down to the Brighton Pier, which was quite nice. Crowded and in some ways even tacky – they’d stuck a disco ball at the top of one of the domes on the pier. The architecture of the time reflects the new-found interest the English had of all things orient, and some of the rooms on the pier had slightly mosque-like domes on top of them.
What was lovely to see was all the families out en masse to take in some sun on the beach. My goodness these Brits are amazing. I wouldn’t allow my kids anywhere near that water. You’ve got the beach made up of pebbles the size of my fist, then it suddenly drops off and massively large, choppy, hungry-looking peaks of water lap up on the shore. It’s not even as if they’re large waves but the water looked deep and thick. But it was very nice to just people watch: kids out and about (where the hell are your parents?!), tourists, grandparents with kids, everyone just enjoying themselves.
I had a kebab in the drizzle and took a walk up and down the streets before making my way to the art gallery. There were some very lovely pieces of work, and some more modern ones. Following this, I walked through the gardens of the Royal Pavilion, where a wedding was being held.
Lovely place Brighton. Good for a visit, but not when it’s as crowded and busy as it was when I went.
As with other trips around Kent, I ended up spending more time on the train and buses than I did in the town itself. It was an uneventful trip, and despite the lovely things I saw, somehow I only ended up feeling slightly melancholic and lonesome.Brighton was ridiculously crowded. Unlike Rye and the other beachside towns I had seen, it was crammed with people rushing this way and that, which took away the holiday feel. I took a walk down to the Brighton Pier, which was quite nice. Crowded and in some ways even tacky – they’d stuck a disco ball at the top of one of the domes on the pier. The architecture of the time reflects the new-found interest the English had of all things orient, and some of the rooms on the pier had slightly mosque-like domes on top of them.
What was lovely to see was all the families out en masse to take in some sun on the beach. My goodness these Brits are amazing. I wouldn’t allow my kids anywhere near that water. You’ve got the beach made up of pebbles the size of my fist, then it suddenly drops off and massively large, choppy, hungry-looking peaks of water lap up on the shore. It’s not even as if they’re large waves but the water looked deep and thick. But it was very nice to just people watch: kids out and about (where the hell are your parents?!), tourists, grandparents with kids, everyone just enjoying themselves.
I had a kebab in the drizzle and took a walk up and down the streets before making my way to the art gallery. There were some very lovely pieces of work, and some more modern ones. Following this, I walked through the gardens of the Royal Pavilion, where a wedding was being held.Lovely place Brighton. Good for a visit, but not when it’s as crowded and busy as it was when I went.
1 comment:
Finally!
A place I can say "I"ve been there!" Mind you, it was in the middle of winter. At 12am in the morning. So it was very dark. VERY dark.
But still fun.
DOn't supposed you noticed some odd, large cone shaped things in the middle of one road? They were there when I was - very strange.
Love you Tan!
Went to the movies with Chris, Skye and David last Sunday. CHirs is looking well... hairy but well.
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