Brighton is the closest 'beach' to London, if you call a bank of pebbles a beach. We decided to check it out one fine Sunday before the madness of summer hits, although as you will see from the photos, why anyone would go mad over this place is beyond me. In saying that, we had a good look around and an enjoyable day.
Its a strange world we live in - Bermuda had stunning beaches, weather, water and no people on the beach - Brighton had none of the above and yet there were still hundreds of people around.
Beach and pier.
Gus and Jamie at the end of the ghost train. Gus was petrified. Jamie was embarrassed that she goes out with such a wimp....
The Royal Pavillion
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