Preston Park Hotel
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- Continental Breakfast
- Room service
- Swimming pool
- Free parking
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This morning it was back into Harvestor for a continental breakfast. It was a lot quieter today without "Thomas" and family. Ian phoned his Dad and brother fr their birthdays. We drove into town without the GPS navigator which was fairly easy as our hotel is on the London to Brighton road. It was blowing a gale when we parked on the seafront near the Brighton Pier. Nevertheless Jessamy and Amy wanted to walk along the pebble ...
... it into my 'official chart'. So there you have it, Perth clearly is the Antipodean cake capital. The Princess cake was a latecomer to the party, which I indulged in on one of my last days in the city. Miss Maud's is a Swedish cafe/hotel, inside is amazing completely decked out for Christmas with giant gingerbread houses, Christmas decorations oh and a cake smorgasbord!!!! A Princess cake consists of sponge, cream, jam and a layer of green marzipan, I had walked past many a ...
Met at the Borough markets and had a delicious coffee and a pie for brunch from a stand, and got the 1hr train to Brighton. Walked around the shops which weren't anything incredible and had a(n awful) coffee at a dog cafe. Saw a giant seagull! Went and sat on the beach with a cider because the weather was excellent, then went into the Pier and won a pack of giant playing cards by playing deal or no deal. None of the rides ...
... A huge Ferris wheel takes riders around 3 times and you can strap yourself into a sort of slung shot that fires you way into the air and you fly up and down like an upside down bungy cord jump. Yikes! Later I walked up the high street passing Charles Dickens, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, and other famous personages, as they were the names of double decker busses. Cool! Shops were interesting. Love ...
... located above a pub. I have to resist the urge to call down whilst sprawled on the couch in my onsie to have them bring me a bottle of wine.
And yes. Onsies. I'm pretty sure they're compulsory here. It's not uncommon to see people wandering down the road in them and I may or may not have ventured to the supermarket clad in my glow-in-the-dark skeleton effort.
Job wise I've been pretty lucky too, there are a ...