On a sunny but also very windy day not too long ago, we ventured to Brighton on the south coast of England to check out this beach and pier combo we’ve heard so much about. It was windy. Did I mention it was windy? ‘Cos it was windy. Beach-umbrellas-being-blown-down, hair-getting-stuck-in-lip-gloss, small-children/skinny-people-being-flung-several-metres-across-the-pavement kind of windy. We were determined to enjoy ourselves regardless, so enjoy ourselves we did. …Kind of!
I’m sure there are plenty of great things to do and see in Brighton, I have several trusted friends who love going there and do so regularly. They spoke of gorgeous little alleyways, vintage shops and other cute things, but we didn’t experience any of that in our few hours spent traversing the windy, windy streets. Now either everyone is lying to me, or we just didn’t do Brighton correctly, and I’m going to go with the latter.
We spent the first hour or so walking along the shore and I was immediately struck by the beach experience being very different to the beach experience I’m accustomed to!
I’m not a beach person by any means. Give me a swimming pool or still water and I’m the happiest lady on the planet, I could swim for hours and hours and not get sick of it, but the beach is a whole other thing. And that thing is not my thing. Regardless, I do love a good shoes off walk along the beach, dipping toes in the water and other stereotypes. This isn’t super possible in Brighton, partly because the beach is made of big rocks which are kind of painful to walk along barefoot, and partly because the water there is generally always freezing cold. In fact, the whole time we were there, we didn’t see a single person swimming. Let me remind you that it was the middle of summer! Madness.
^^ See? No one in the water! Bizarre! ^^
We wandered along the pebbles, had a soft serve ice cream, chatted and looked for the perfect lunch spot whilst shielding ourselves from the slightly terrifying force of the wind…
We settled on a great little fish and chips shop for lunch and overate, in the style of Blake-Courtney-And-Jemima, then waddled back over to the pier to experience what we were expecting to be the highlight of the day…
The pier was a bit of a strange experience for us. You can enter via what seems like a soul sucking, time sucking arcade casino that was a pretty unpleasant way to be introduced to the situation. Maybe it was our moods that day, maybe it was the treacherous wind, who knows, but we weren’t really feeling Brighton Pier. I can imagine it’s lots of fun for kids, but the magic seemed to have been somewhat lost on us.
Sorry Brighton, I feel like you were wasted on us! I’m sure you’re way cooler than we thought at the time, if you go about it the right way! I’d like to go back some day and spend more time there. Perhaps find the little alleyways we heard about, some markets, who knows what Brighton has in store. But I’ve gotta say… Australia, your beaches are looking pretty good right now…
Brighton, we will be back! In better moods next time I promise!