Hilton Royal Parade Hotel
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Down by the seaside is a city of quaint colourful houses, independent coffee shops, cyclists and arty-***** types. Trina and I grab coffees and delicious Venezuelan pulled pork buns and head to the pier where there are multiple boring coin games. Sigh. There is a sand castle exhibit on and we stumble across a Maori a long way from home. Out at the Devils dyke, a short bus from Brighton sits a pub atop a hill. After a few beers we make our way back to ...
... routine immediately. Has anything changed? I often think not. Sometimes it feels like we have never been, I'm struggling to hang on to the memories, the evocative smells and sights and sounds. But then I watch Millie, who is suddenly confident and not shy at all and I think good came of it. She is much more affectionate towards me, like she has genuinely appreciated the time spent just us. She is full of attitude, which is demanding on ...
... began sorting out the mess in the room, I went back down to the van to give it a quick clean and remove the baguette crumbs that had fallen into all the nooks and crannies. An hour later, the van looked presentable to handover. When I returned to the room, I found Megs sitting on the floor surrounded in all directions by all our stuff. It was a very good thing we had such a large room in which to spread out and pack. We spent the next five to six hours sorting our stuff ...
... the beach, relaxing and enjoying the sea air. The only downside to the day was that I forgot to put sunscreen on my legs, so they are a nice bright red color now.
Tomorrow I head for Brighton for the day before returning to London for the tail end of my ...
... hour to stop before we had to jump back on our train, but it was long enough to grab a coffee and have a good look around. Now, here's the good bit; while we were walking around, these tiny white specks had been falling. I didn't dare believe it was what I thought it was... Until we got back to East Grinstead. Snow. It was SNOWING. I didn't care how wet or cold I was, I was ...