Beachfront Jungle and Walking in the Air
Slipping into Brighton as night was falling, short Kushla and David, it felt like a relatively quiet night was in the offing, a graduated return to normalcy before the epic journey home the next day. We had dinner at a cute Italian just off the waterfront, and it looked like the night might hold nothing more than a few drinks at the Old Ship Hotel before wandering the labyrinthine halls to bed. (more…)
‘We’ll Always Have Brighton’
Of all the places I have been, who knew that the small seaside resort of Brighton would steal my heart. Paris I have cheated. Brighton stretches along the coast, her neo-classical architecture gracious and stoic, ripples along the impossibly pebbly beach. Driving in at night, the pier all lights and motion looks like small cloisters [...]
