Weekends in Brighton

The first time I went to Brighton, it was really by mistake. My boyfriend and I had missed our flight to Barcelona by 15 minutes, and after crying my eyes out at the check in desk for some considerable time…we rebooked for the next morning and decided to hop the train to Brighton for the day, rather than feeling sorry for ourselves.

I’ve never missed a flight again, but I’ve always had a fondness for Brighton and have been back several times since. It is a place that makes me happy and I hope after reading this you’ll see why.

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