Monday, 30 April 2012
I didn't have high hopes for our recent trip to Brighton. However, Brighton scribbled over my assumptions with all the vibrant colours of its paintbox leaving me smiling and very much looking forward to a return trip to it's pebble strewn shoreline.
Brighton has indeed left some beautiful shapes resonating in our memory. Here are but a handful for now:
There is a delicate gossamer melancholy that slinks over seaside towns in Britain. Brighton like many such places has risen and sunk in and out of fashion since the Georgian era and memories cling to the beaches and the derelict pier that still watches us from it's watery perch. This melancholy is most probably only detectable to more sensitive souls, but it is there and it is part of the wonderful comeliness of Brighton.
Brighton is only an hour and a half out of London on the train and that costs a mere £6.60. Worth every penny especially if the weather is fine.