So last month Lex and I hopped on a train to Brighton.. I had wanted to go for the longest time and came away disappointed.. this is going to seem like a strange post but I think a little balance is needed for those who like me could be fooled by the instagram allure..
I was SO excited to visit Brighton, instagram and blogs make it look so picturesque, so pretty and a must-do for any blogger worth their site.. but for me? It was just like any other seaside. I don’t personally see the appeal at all and was mighty disappointed when I walked along the pier to discover it’s EXACTLY LIKE BLACKPOOL.. what?? I realise now that it’s just the closest beach to the city.. so if you’re in to the tacky seaside attraction (and I use that word as huge fan of tack elsewhere) then you will probably be in to this. There are some fringe benefits to it being so close to London, kitschy shops and cafes that feel a little more hipster than say Scarborough’s selection but it just did not push my buttons because I do not like to be beside the seaside.
I know that sounds mad.. so why did I go? Call it peer pressure, call it ‘YouTube made me do it’ I just expected a whole world of buzzworthiness when in actual fact, pretty as the beach is it’s still just somewhere to hang out with fish and chips after going on the dodgems. My Mum would LOVE it but I do not like long walks on the beach.. I’ll take a view of that beach from a hotel bar, thanks! In short, Brighton can be picturesque but if you’re anything like me you’d probably prefer Bournemouth.