On Sunday the boy and I drove down to Brighton, we went clockwise round the M25 as I suspected the Dartford Crossing would impress him (it did).
We signed in at the hotel (literally five minutes walk from the Nuffield) only to find the large sunny room with a view of the Downs and distant sea that we’d booked had a blocked toilet and had to move to a pokey room with a delightful view of the fire escape and carpark. But a bed is a bed.
Off then to visit Jane and Tash turned up at virtually the same time, closely followed by fellow blogger Lucy Melford (and the film crew were in evidence) so it was quite a party by Janes bedside.
Monday was very much a day for the boy. He decided that on a rainy windy day the thing he’d most like to do was go to the seaside. So we popped into see Jane and then caught the number 22 bus down into Brighton. Much of the day was stood on a very windswept beach, watching the red flag flapping and throwing stones into the waves. This activity was interspersed with my insistance on eating fish and chips (in the warm), eating doughnuts (under cover) and sticking 2ps into machines (on the pier in the dry). Rafe developed an interesting system on the 2p cascade slot machines of watching for people putting lots of money in and not winning anything at which point he baggsed their position and fed 2ps in as fast as he could (to bamboozle the machine)…. we of course came away 2p less but two quid kept us in the warm and dry quite a while.
Monday night we had a different room as they had another large sunny (or would have been on a different day)room with a four poster and a view…. this was probably the high point of our visit.
As all will be revealed……