There’s something quite special about Brighton.

When we first stepped off our crowded train, and landed feet first onto the slightly uneven and helplessly seagull-stained streets of Brighton, I had a small moment of panic. Whenever I travel, no matter where I go, I’m always followed by a persistent sensation of dread, of alienation, of fear that I’m not in the right place. This anxiety makes me want to go home, to stay indoors, to go with what’s familiar and to stay safe away from the strange and unfamiliar sights below.P7010016.jpgBut that fear never came. For the first time in a long time my head felt clear, and relaxed, and so happy to simply be away and on holiday, and what I can only assume is normal for travellers who aren’t, well, me. It was such a special moment that the sudden gruntle of our displeased bus driver could barely snap me out of it as he tried to collect his fare.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAEverything, and every moment, just felt right. From our beautiful Airbnb-selected home away from home, just 250m from the beach, to the gloriously long, busy and bustling pier, Brighton really did make me happy, even if just for one weekend.P7010059.jpgWith so many Brighton bloggers and vloggers in my peripheral, I had compiled a mental sight seeing list of places I wanted to explore and enjoy whilst we there. Surprisingly, in contrast to Edinburgh where every moment spared felt guiltily wasted, our exploration of Brighton was incredibly laid back, with no rush, no stress and no pressure to adventure out. We spent our first night out dining at a beautiful, yet adorably tiny, Italian pizza restaurant on the street called Fatto a Mano (who I have already shamelessly raved about on my Twitter), before picking up some morning essentials at the local shop and hitting the beach for one last paddle before bed.

P7010103 (1).jpgThat first night on the beach is a memory that I genuinely hope I’ll never forget. The sun was in its last stage of setting, so everything was rose-tinted and gorgeous. It was the night before a heatwave, so there was the perfect touch of warmth in the air, and the sea was just about cool enough to balance it out. We must have spent two – nearly three – hours just walking up and down that beach; bruising our feet on sharp pebbles, splashing in the foamy sea, taking classic seaside snaps with my camera. It was only as we were walking back to the house that I realised my poor phone must have been swept up by the tides, and so I was left without it for the rest of the trip – but somehow even that didn’t bother me as much as it should’ve done.P7010024.jpgWhere in Edinburgh, no one seemed to want to talk to us dreadful English tourists, in Brighton, everyone was happy to chat. We were updated on a local charity event happening on the Saturday and invited to go and check it out, which lead us all the way up to the beach to my new favourite summer foodie spot: Brighton Music Hall. I won’t even try to pretend that this place wasn’t overpriced, but it was so bright, loud and endearing that we couldn’t help stopping for lunch. After a few rounds of terrible live music (during which we both got embarrassingly sunburnt), we finished up our chips and headed out to explore.P7020325.jpgNow, one of the elements I had always wanted to visit in Brighton were the lanes, and my head was filled with visions of dainty shops and quirky, nautical home ware boutiques, just waiting for bloggers and tourists like me. Unfortunately, what I found instead was a mass of confusing street names, hoards of sticky, harried shoppers, and a series of brand name shops that I sadly wasn’t too enthralled by. A little overwhelmed at this point, we decided to make a break for sanctuary and headed home for a little R&R.P7010008.jpgThe next morning, after yet another quick splash in the sea, was spent hurriedly packing up our assorted belongings and carefully de-cluttering our little beach house, before we headed out – giant suitcase in tow – into the sunshine for lunch. Whilst I’m saving my review of the beautiful Flour Pot Bakery for another blog post, I can confirm…its amazing, and a must for any Brighton-tourist.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERASitting on the train back to Nottingham, I couldn’t stop thinking about Brighton, and made myself a promise to return one day, to truly explore the friendly, relaxed and gorgeous city that now holds so many happy memories for me.

I hope you enjoyed this week’s blog post, and that it’s inspired you to look up somewhere new for your next stay-cation! To read up on last week’s blog post, and to find out how to handle the heat as a busy working woman, click here, or to see some more of my holiday snaps, you can click here for my Instagram!

Have a great week!

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