I always thought that if I ever went to Brighton, it would be because my Dirty Weekend obsession had finally peaked. That I just had to see where Bella’s story ends in real life, i.e., here:
That’s not what happened.
What happened was one band (Architects obvs.) cleverly decided to book two dates and hold off announcing a tour, and I’m an impatient sort of person. I can’t wait more than ca 2 seconds before panicking thinking I’ll miss it all. Again. Because the second date booked did work for me + I needed a break from work so bad I figured I could venture somewhere other than Glasgow for once – turns out this was not a bad idea at all.
Although I am still a Glasgow kind of girl, I would be quite happy to go back to Brighton again.
I don’t ask a lot of my holidays, I don’t think. Given how little I ask for, I should love all desintations. Give me decent weather, a few good meals, something pretty to look at, a hotel sans some sort of water damage, and walking distance to all things – I’m quite happy.
We took the bus from Heathrow to Brighton, absolutely beautiful weather when we arrived, short walk to the hotel – no problems finding it. Had time for some shopping at Superdrug before dinner at Food for Friends. Every bit as good as the reviews suggest. Best gnocchi I ever had. Belly full of gnocchi and a delicious Sauvignon blanc we went for a stroll and decided to check where the band was playing the following night.
Of course, they were playing that night as well, and apparently you could not only hear but also see the band from the outside, and we got there just in time for the last song. I was quite pleased with that. Excellent first day.
Day 2 started with a strong cup of tea at breakfast.
I can’t get over the fact that
a. There is tea
b. There is good tea
c. It is assumed you want tea
It just doesn’t get old. When you are a tea drinker living in a country where tea is an exception to a rule. Where the fact that you prefer tea to coffee always comes as a shock suprprise. Apparently.
Breakfast done, it was time for the shopping. I always go to the UK with a long shopping list; I need to stock up on all the things we don’t have in Sweden. My Superdrug and Boots-shopping clearly got out of hand.
Also managed to catch heavy downfall on the way back to the hotel. You might not be surprised, but Glasgow hasn’t done that to me since I lived there. I had it coming tho, going to the UK without an umbrella? That if anything is asking for it.
We waited out the rain at the hotel. View from hotel window:
Am I the only one who enjoys views like these? I love seeing rooftops.
Because we didnt’t have a lot of time until the show once it stopped raining, we opted for a salad for dinner + some more Sauvignon (I know what I like). Lovely and sunny when we got back out again. Loved the venue (Concorde 2). Fryshuset could learn a thing or two from them.
Main event of the trip:
It was just everything you’d want it to be. I could easily have paid to hear the record so loud you could feel it. The fact that this was live, brilliant selection of songs, I could actually see the band (which I don’t always, damn being short), and the audience was not Swedish (we just have to be the worst audience ever, surely?) – it was just a bonus. Still marvelling at the fact that we were gifted the record too. It’s like being paid to see a show. Insane.
Day 3 we started by going down to the sea.
I was very suspicious of the gravel beach I have to say. But it won me over quickly enough, I mean, being on the beach and not leaving with enough sand for a sandbox – I like it! Finally managed to tear ourselves away from the beach and walked into town and ended up having lunch at Terre a Terre – tricked into having dessert which was easily the best part of the meal. Loved their sorbets.
Lesson of the day: wearing makeup – it’s not that bad. If you’re not in the habit of using sunscreen. Meant I was only slightly burned where I’d been sloppy with my application. I’m remembering to put on sunscreen for the rest of the summer, trust me.
Ended the day with a picnic on the beach with my favorite things: fruit salad and ice tea. Not sure if it’s good or bad there aren’t nearly as many nor as tasty icea teas in Sweden. This Snapple one may just be a new favorite.
I’ll definitely look for an excuse to go back.
As for Glasgow and Architects: booked and booked. I’ve a one track mind.
Lots of love,