This Easter Weekend us girlies decided to take a jaunt down to Brighton. Having to fill as much food and drink into the few short hours we were there proved to be some what of a task, but one that we did not shy away from.
Brighton in the sun really is beautiful and seeing the sea again was refreshing and reminded us of home. Sniff. Some would indeed say Wexford was the Brighton of Ireland. Without the pier, cool shops, windy lanes and hip gay scene. Actually not like Brighton at all really but nonetheless the fishy aroma did spark a few memories.
Amongst the many meals we ate that day kipper sandwiches and rasberry bellinis were the highlight (We do like to mix it up).
I wonder if Brighton in the winter would hold the same appeal? Next time I play to don some Fred Perry and live out my Quadrophenia Fantasies. Brighton Rock anyone?