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My favourite parts of Brighton

I loved the Brighton pier, except for the cheeky hot-dog thieving seagulls, that is. I’m pretty sure most of the fascination comes from it being so very different to what I’m used to, guess that’s probably true for most things – they say, familiarity breeds contempt, don’t they.

Anyhow, it’s rather tacky and trashy, the greasy fish and chips, the huge hall full of arcade games and the show ride parts, but it still has that old world romantic air about it for me. I can just see the crowds from the late 1800’s promenading in their long dresses and teeny tiny parasols or the flappers of the 1920’s with their short hair and oh so confident aura, wandering along, smoking and laughing – can you imagine?

Also, the beachfront, it’s quite a way below the road and there’s little shops built into the cliffface? under the road – I didn’t shop (no room), just thought they were cute!! There’s beach volleyball and basketball courts and table tennis tables – all of them being used; and of course any number of cafes and pubs, just for something different! I sat in a sunny spot out of the wind to do some sketching and people-watching. It reminds me a bit of Victoria at home, where people seem to go out to do things more than we do in Queensland, or at least country Queensland. It was really cool to see how people just rocked up at the table tennis tables with their paddles and ball and just played whoever was there. As I left they were that many of them there they started to organize themselves so no-one got left out – there were fair dinkum about 15 of them and it was obvious each person only knew 1 or 2 of the others. Can’t imagine that happening at home..

The old West Pier, or, I should say, the idea of the old West Pier, because it’s no longer really there, except for a mess of steel a little way off the beach and some remnants stacked under what is left of the beach end. I’d love to have seen it in it’s hey-day or even 10 or 11 years ago before it finally succumbed to fire and the sea.

The fact I didn’t feel conspicuous. I know, I know, that has much more to do with me than anyone else or where I am. But honestly, I didn’t feel like people were judging what I looked like or what I was wearing – and no, I’m not 10″ tall or 200kg, but probably just too self-concious for my own good. Maybe the product of our culture where you think you should conform to some crazy unreal expectation. Anyhow, Brighton has a reputation for being “out there” and has a large gay presence so maybe they are used to being judged so are not as judgemental as some.

Enough of the deep and meaningful, hope you enjoy the pics as much as I enjoyed taking them.



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Brighton by the Sea


Nerves again – I had to navigate a new route today, although I shouldn’t worry when I have the expert Natalia for directions. Catch the tube to here, change to this line and get off at Victoria – so easy when you know how. And, I caught the correct train to Brighton, yay!!

View from Ainsley House, Brighton, England

View from Ainsley House, Brighton, England

Caught my first English cab too, alas, not a typical black one;  it was the same shape but most of them are painted white and aqua in Brighton. The cabbie was a nice man, helpful with directions and tips about the Netherlands and Belgium too. Also I have to say I’ve made a g00d pick in Ainsley House – tiny room on the top floor but oh so cute and in a great location; 3 houses from the beachfront and close enough to town to walk there. There’s also a park running down the middle of the street, a bit like a traffic island dividing the two lanes of traffic but about 30 metres wide with a fence all round and flowers and grass throughout.While I was waiting for my room to be ready, I spoke with another guest-house owner, Tony, who was there to visit some-one. He, too, was lovely and entertaining; and the owner, Wayne, is a great host.

Not much left of my hotdog!

Not much left of my hotdog!

So, the Brighton Pier is maybe 500 metres from the guest house and was my first stop. And, I learnt a good lesson, don’t expect to buy food on the pier and walk along eating it unless you keep it hidden in a packet. I had no sooner spent a couple of pounds on a hot dog, walked away with it, than a bloody huge seagull swooped and took the lot, cardboard container, breadroll and sausage on the ground with about a dozen birds fighting over it. I didn’t even get a good pic because most of them had taken off again with my lunch before I could get the camera out. I stopped at a place further down the pier and had a hot chocolate and muffin instead!!


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