Brighton, my lovely Brighton

After Oxford we came back to Brighton.

Brighton, lovely Brighton. I didn't know I would miss it so much.

We ate fish and chips, did some extra packing on my part (to send stuff home early!), saw the giant donut, went to the pier, did some pre-summer tanning, rode some, or ok maybe just one, of the rides, saw the largest seagull population in the world, and sat in their poop, went to the Royal Pavilion, the Brighton Museum, the Lanes, the North Laine, had cornish pasties, which we had to fight to the death for with the pigeons, drank infinite and unheard of amounts of tea, had a food tasting of all the strange foods (or should I say normal?) of England - sorry no black pudding, no haggus, no jellied eel; rode the double decker buses, basically, it was another giant adventure for however many days.