A weekend by the sea

I’m full of the joys of Spring this morning. Over the weekend, we went all Graham Greene, and headed down to the seaside at Brighton.

Brighton Rock sign
Brighton Rock

(Actually, ignore the Graham Greene reference, we did nothing even remotely approaching the sinister activities of Brighton Rock. Honest.)

I was there for my sister’s hen party, but the baby and partner sneaked down too on Saturday evening, so we had a few family days afterwards pootling along the seafront and window shopping in the Lanes.

The weather was unbelievably glorious. Blue skies, sunshine, a breeze off the sea to keep you cool.

Here’s a little pictorial evidence of our time…

Brighton pier
Sun, sea and Brighton pier. What more could you want? (Maybe a sandy beach)

The pier was everything I had expected: fairground rides, doughnut shops, arcades, music blaring out, flags flying. It’s the English seaside experience of the 1930s, still going strong today. I loved it.

West pier, Brighton
The burnt out shell of West pier, to the left of the photo

Our hotel was directly opposite the old, West pier, that burnt down in 2003. Now, the carcass of the pier and the metal rods that supported it are all that remain. The shell looks rather stunning, sitting out there in the sea, and the old metal supports look almost like an art installment sticking up in the beach…

Beach art, Brighton
Where there’s a beach, there’s beach art…

Further down the beach, is an actual metal beach sculpture, which I thought was equally glorious…

Shellfish stall, Brighton beach
Despite the promising “we pack to take home” sign, I wasn’t convinced that prawns or jellied eels would survive a car journey in the heat back to London. And at 9am on Monday morning, I wasn’t in the mood to eat any at the time. A decision I rather regret now…

…though not quite as glorious as this shellfish stall…

Prawn sculptue, Brighton
A human sized prawn. Surely the stuff of nightmares

…which also had its very own bit of beach art. A giant sculpture of a prawn.

Oversized prawns aren’t the only oddities in Brighton, of course, as it’s the home to the fabulously bizarre Royal Pavilion.

Brighton pavilion
Not quite the quintessential Regency period architecture

The pavilion was created for the Prince Regent, George Prince of Wales (who gives his name to the Regency period and architecture). Started in 1787, it wasn’t fully completed until 1823 and is a fabulously un-English building, taking inspiration instead from Indian, Chinese and Islamic architecture.

Brighton pavilion
It’s hard to resist the urge to walk under that arch…

History lessons finished, we ducked into the Brighton Museum…

Brighton Museum
Just by the pavilion is the Brighton Museum and Art Gallery

…but we couldn’t spend too long indoors, when outside the sun was shining, the sky was blue and the trees were in bloom.

In the museum, and everywhere we went, I spotted a lot of glorious patterns in everyday objects, which I’m going to post here as well. But I think that can wait until tomorrow, since this is already a galumphingly long post. (Update, you can see them here: a plethora of pattern.)

Just time for one more photo. Because Brighton wouldn’t be Brighton without these:

Brighton seagull
They have no fear, these seagulls. I was standing right next to him and I think I was more wary…

Ta ta till tomorrow. Enjoy the sun.

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  • Hardly the same kettle of fish, but you can see my photos of Hong Kong if you feel like an armchair jaunt a bit further afield.

3 thoughts on “A weekend by the sea

  1. Gorgeous photos. Thanks for your comment on my blog – it would be amazing to meet up at the Pinterest event! I’m loving your blog and just off to stalk your Pinterest boards too 🙂

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