Mr. Selfish hadn’t traveled much around England, so he was happy to do most day trips. However, I had done quite a few day trips, so I wanted to go somewhere I hadn’t been before. I discovered that Brighton was a beach town that was only about an hour train ride from London. Mr. Selfish saw the photos and was skeptical. He’s not much of a beach guy and always claim that beach towns are trashy. I convinced him to go anyway, but unfortunately, this time – he was right.
Oddly, Brighton doesn’t have sand but has pebbles instead. I couldn’t imagine actually lying on the pebbles but people were doing it. They were also pretty drunk so that may have been a contributing factor.
No beach trashy beach town is complete without a pier. To my surprise, you could actually gamble on the pier. Nevertheless, I ate a huge stick of cotton candy (aka cotton floss), and that was all it took to win me over.
The Royal Pavilion is a former royal residence located in Brighton. It was strangely built in style prevalent in India for most of the 19th century. We lounged about outside but didn’t go inside. We did however venture into the Brighton Museum and Art Gallery. Mr. Selfish reveled at all of the exhibits and displays referring to Brighton’s trashiness.
On our way out, we came across the Brighton & Hove Food and Drink Festival. Mr. Selfish bought a pastry, and that was when he was satisfied. Apparently, all it takes is cotton floss and a pastry to win us over.