Postcards from Brighton

As much as I’m a huge fan of London, I’m also a huge fan of leaving London. I find quite often that the city takes so much out of me during the week that leaving at weekends seems like a huge deal. And yet, whenever I do, I feel glad. Usually when I leave London it’s on a plane, or on a train speeding north through countryside I hadn’t even realised I’d missed until I watch the hills softly rising and falling through the pendolino window. This weekend was rare in that I ventured away from markets and museums and…

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