Twenty-one years coming, I have finally been to Brighton and much to say want to jump right back in the car and go back again. A place completely after my own heart. From the blue sea...to the pebble beaches, and the junk shops filled with wild and bizzare artefacts and every vintage Ladybird book you could ever want for. To an endless amount of scooters and VW’s to admire and lust after. Oh and glorious carousel’s of course, one of my all time favourite things. Brighton is my savour.
We arrived on Brighton Pier early morning and was met with glorious sunshine, I ran around like an excited little girl at Christmas, passing a gypsy cavern and becoming quite acquainted with a 'Lotso Huggin Bear' in one of those awful grabbing machines, you know the ones that technically are a complete con, now what better way to spend 9:00am in the morning than right there.
We had a wonderful time exploring the street markets, the vintage shops, the several charity shops (Oxfam was my favourite) and of course Irregular choice and Cath Kidston were also delights.
I have forgotten what this shop was called; I was too busy staring with fascination at the window display made up of old sewing machines.
All in all a wonderful little trip, I am ever so inspired and fascinated. And if you were wondering... we ended up winning the said 'Lotso Huggin Bear' (and consequently carrying him around the rest of the day) okay several thirty pence's worth later, this one doesn’t quite smell of strawberries but he sure is cuddly♥