Last Saturday, we decided to take a day trip to Brighton, somewhere neither of us had been for years and years. We lucked out with the weather (or rather, I had checked incessantly to make sure it would behave before we went), and packed in long strolls along the beach, delicious food and aimless meanderings around town.
First stop was the ever popular Brighton Pier. It's what childhood dreams are made of - fried food, sweets, funfair rides, arcade games - it's all there. We watched brave (or bonkers) men jet-ski around in the water, we tucked into Nutella donuts (as good as it sounds), went on the haunted house ride (let's just say E had a ringing in his ear for a while after), and loved every minute.