Brighton - A Weekend by the Sea
To the citizens of Brighton, or to give it its full name “The City of Brighton and Hove” on England’s Sussex coast, the place has simply become London-by-the-sea, as so many refugees fleeing the expense of living in London now reside here. To the rest of the country, it’s Britain’s Gay capital.
Whatever. Certainly it’s grown and at weekends can be very busy, but Brighton retains a jolly seaside charm despite the modernization, the stag and hen party weekends, and Britain’s principal malaise – traffic jams.
How to get there.
Around an hour by train from London there are at least six services an hour from the capital, mostly from Victoria Station (50 minutes), but also from London Bridge, West Brompton, and Farringdon (longer). Simplest way to check is either online (www.nationalrail.co.uk) or calling 08457 484950 for Rail Enquiries. Driving from London is a pain, mainly because it takes so long to escape the stranglehold of London traffic, and congestion is a real problem en route. Parking in Brighton is severely restricted and heavily policed, even at weekends, so ‘the rattler’ is the obvious answer.
To compound matters, the stately procession of vehicles on the London to Brighton run has grown way beyond the Vintage Vehicles original in November, almost every Sunday throughout the summer there’s a run of some sort or another – commercial vehicles, Jaguars, MGB owners, even buses and a cycle marathon which now attracts up to 30,000 riders. International travellers arriving at Gatwick Airport should turn South instead of North to London and reach Brighton in half an hour.
OK. WE’RE HERE.
Most people spill out the station, and walk straight down to the seashore, landing in the area between the piers, in what can sometimes be an overcrowded, beery mass of humanity at weekends, but is always a lot quieter through the week. The seafront is actually quite attractive now, much improved by the city’s landscape architects, with an array of bars, beach activities (remember Brighton is a pebbled beach, not sand) and some shops underneath the arches.
The most obvious way to continue is out onto the only surviving pier, the Palace Pier, which has just to be done once. Here you’ll find a leery array of amusements, rides and shops selling tat, all permeated by the distinct aroma of chips and candy floss.
Along the coast in one direction, the West Pier stands derelict, rusting into the sea after it was torched by professional arsonists who put paid to the plans for a publicly funded restoration. A new tower promises to take its place. In the other direction, the concrete hulk of the Marina, and Brighton’s nudist beach.
That eastern shore is Kemp Town, a chic, residential neighbourhood where you’ll find the city’s principal gay area, a fine array of shops, bars and restaurants. The main drag is St James St where a few sex shop nestle beside the Bulldog and The Zone – two bars well known within the gay community.
The North Laine (turn left out the station, it’s signposted) is the revitalized area now offering up dozens of little shops and stores selling fashion, crafts and everything you could possibly want inside your achingly hip home. The Sunday morning car boot sale – a real big 'un – is here too (behind the station) as is Bill’s, the second branch of a fruit’n’veg shop with posh caff attached that bears more than a passing resemblance to New York’s Dean and Deluca. So much so that it's been bought by rag trade king turned restauranteur Richard Caring - and two new branches have appeared in Covent Garden and Reading.
Not to be confused with The Lanes, the original warren of tiny alleyways now housing restaurant chains and shops selling high street fashions and jewellery.







If you come to Brighton, don’t forget to visit the Regency Pavillion. We are a town with a palace in the middle of it. It’s grand, exotic and quirky - and in the summer a tea kiosk in the gardens serves freshly baked fruit rock cakes that are divine.
Brighton is a great place for a mix of life parking is bad wardens every where