A weekend at the beginning of October, Matt and I ventured down to the seaside after work on a Saturday. We both did what you have to do when you're at the seaside and beelined straight for the delicious chips which just begged to be consumed whilst standing idly on the pier and feeling the sea breeze greet our faces. We spent the evening at Matt's, Aunt and Uncles amazing house in Eastbourne which overlooks the Marina and all the pretty little (and not so little) boats.
Brighton is one of those places that always makes me feel nostalgic and happy. It reminds me of day trips when I was younger with my family, paddling in the sea, always buying another pair of those truly uncomfortable jelly shoes and eating way too much candy floss.