In Brighton and Hove, when the sun comes out, the city changes beyond recognition. Almost.
Saturated with sun-seeking souls and perhaps, just a little spoilt, by too much; too much rubbish left behind, too much of a queue for the public toilets, too much to pay for a beach-side beer. Or maybe I'm being a spoilsport.
When we lived in Brighton this summer we were granted a very special access to these scenes. We were residents enough to tut and shake our heads at how the crowds changed our perfect pebbled landscape and we were strangers enough to appreciate why people come here, despite the crowds and the "too much", because when the sun comes out in Brighton, it really does feel like we're all on holiday. I think it's possibly the same for the many people coming to Brighton on a day trip from London. And one day as I gazed into the crowds I saw a pink heart shaped balloon float into the sky. I don't know why, but I always find helium balloons rising alone, upwards, a little moving. I always think of the child that just let it go... most likely by accident. P.S. A trip to Brighton is worth it for the photo-bombing seagulls alone. Seriously...
Frances M. Thompson
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