Brighton visit 2008

Just as life should be enjoyed during our brief existence, so an icecream should be eaten before any calamity should befall it. Just as we may suffer an untimely slip from this mortal coil an icecream may tumble from its conical home onto the pavement of death. We were party to such a shocking occurence during this, our umpteenth trip to Brighton. The victim was a lemon flavoured variety that teetered all to precariously.

Chocolate and lemon icecream - moments before the accident

In 1514 the town of Brighthelmstone was burnt to the ground and only the area known as “the Lanes” survived.  Not far from the Lanes we attended a private view where the photographic works of art college graduates were exhibited. On arrival we were offered generous amounts of Australian wine. What remains now in the memory are images of roses perched near Beachy head from which many a poor soul has leapt.

We enjoyed unseasonal sunshine during this October weekend. Walking on the promenade, it was as if it were summer. People lounged outside their little beach huts and children cycled with stabilisers. We sat on the beach, read the Sunday papers and walked over the pebbles barefoot to the water’s edge (well I didn’t quite make it that far).

We stayed in the Abbey hotel, making full use of its self-catering facilities. My gf bounded around that little kitchen with joy, stretching what can be done with a microwave oven and an egg to the limit. A wonderful gnocci dish that included melted cheese and condiments supplied by Wetherspoons was conjured. We certainly had built up an appetite after a long walk around Hove, during which we discovered a South African establishment, numerous delis and a street full of charity shops.

~ by Slackenerny on October 20, 2008.