Brighton; Friday, 28 February, 2014

Having left work I just caught the FCC train, which in hindsight was probably a mistake. Packed, smelly and overly hot it meandered its way down to Brighton, with the on-board entertainment being provided by a poor passenger who was suddenly and very violently ill in the bin by the doors.

Having stood all the way from Croydon to Brighton I was quite glad it was only a very short walk from the station down to the hotel, where I checked in, dropped off my bag in the room and headed out into town.

I had a wander down to the sea front and a bit of a wander along, but by now the drizzle had been upgraded to a heavy rain and with a gusty wind the conditions down on the sea front were anything less than pleasant, so I wandered back through The Lanes stopping for a bite to eat before heading back to the hotel.