Brighton Belles

Brighton is a place that I never seem to explore fully. My visits there have always been frustratingly fleeting and I am compelled to leave prematurely, before I have really had the chance to feel I have explored it fully.

That said, even on a superficial, brief level, I never fail to be impressed with it. That marriage of old and traditional and new and achingly hip.

Spending the 1st Saturday in September there after a wedding, I had a little chance to see around but once again, hometime came too early and I felt I have yet to scratch the surface.

The day showed favourable weather conditions and the sea looked inviting.

Despite their aggressive tactics and bold arrogance, one even swooped down onto my phone, I am always entranced and delighted by the seagulls as they weave a hasty path around the skies.

 From the pier of old, imagining the fashionable folk promenading in their finery, you could see the town with its new development.

 Overlooked by those hook-beaked overlords.

 I could watch them for hours.

 The view of this seagull's behind made me laugh!

 As did the moment I caught a seagull ambushing another.

 I was determined to get up close to this fellow who kept edging along his pole away from me.

 Until he fixed me with his beady, cold eye and aloofly realised I was not going away and flew off.

 The beach ran amok with them

 On our way to meet Katie, we passed the beautiful Pavilion which had captured my heart the first time I visited over a decade ago.

Until we found ourselves in the hip part of town with street art galore...

 and even a Banksy!

 Our last view, after a Tea and Cake Time with Katie, we headed homewards along this pretty, pastel street to the station to pick up our car from Lewes. By the way, I recommend parking at Lewes station and getting the train into Brighton rather than hunting for parking futilely!

Have you been?

xx