Brighton Rocks

On Friday we set off for the seaside splendour of Brighton. The train ride through the English suburbs and lush countryside to the south coast was very pleasant, and Dad reminded me that Aunty Julie was raised not far away, in Portsmouth.

We walked down from the station, through the beautiful winding lanes to the beach. It was a fresh but sunny day. We have been very lucky with the weather!





The Palace pier houses a carnival. There's dodgem cars, roller coasters and pokies for kids (seriously). The carny folk didn't impress me much, so I slept through that bit...

I wanted to go on the trampolines, but Mum wouldn't let me. She reckoned it would be a waste of money. No somersaults, no knee jumping... NO FUN!

After my refreshing sleep (the sea air helping my cold) I woke up to find we were up high and there was water a long way down. I loved looking through the cracks in the pier.

After the pier we went and sat on the "beach". It wasn't much of a beach, as there was no sand. Just rocks. They were tasty though!

After this we went up to town and checked out the gallery. It was pretty cool. There was a couch that looked like lips!

And there was a novelty photo wall. I really liked Brighton.

Mum had noticed that there were lots of cool kids around. It was like there was a rock star convention on there were so many well dressed, cool people wearing black.  Turns out there was! A new music conference or similar. Up in the cool section of town (the north bit where vintage shops outnumber record shops and cafes - but only just) we sat in a cafe and just breathed in the cool-ness of it all. Mum decided that she would like to move there, but then realised that I was ruining her cool image. So I guess we're staying in Northcote for now.