I awoke with mixed feelings, looking forward to going home but also sad that I would be leaving all the lovely places I had experienced and people I had met behind. I decided that the best remedy for this was a good breakfast and sea air. So I went looking for coffee and pastries, taking pictures of things which caught my eye on the way.
I found Nordic Coffee Collective and got a delicious hot chocolate with whipped cream, a cinnamon bun, and a rum ball. I walked back to the beach and ate my breakfast there, while crows looked hopefully at my cinnamon bun. It was too good to share though!
I spent some time on the beach, sitting and looking at the sea, and walking along the shoreline. I adore being close to the sea, so this quiet period, broken only by the sounds of gulls and crashing waves, ended up being one of my favourite moments of my time away.
By the time I came out of the Pavilion the sun had broken through the clouds, so I walked across Pavilion Gardens in the sunshine, and found a single rose blooming.
I only had a short distance to go, as my next destination was Brighton Museum, a small but lovely museum with lots of interesting displays, and a great temporary exhibition called Pierdom which I really recommend.
After looking around Brighton Museum I decided, in a fit of wild enthusiasm, that it would be a good idea to walk to Hove, and go to Hove Museum. After a very very long walk, I arrived in Hove, and made it to the museum before they closed! It was tiny but very eccentric, which I loved.
Then it was time to head to the station and get my train home. I was played out by the sounds of classical music, after a very talented woman took advantage of this piano in the station. I couldn't think of a better way to leave Brighton-it just summed up the individuality and whimsy of this lovely city.
Other memorable Brighton moments
A man wearing a smoking jacket shouting "Good morning!" to me from a window as I photographed graffiti
Four very drunk girls perfectly harmonising on their rendition of Adele's Hello
Seeing a tiny chihuahua wearing a tiny jumper
Getting blown along a street by the wind