By The Sea


The Royal Pavilion, Brighton

Okay, it may not be a photo of the sea but, as any discerning traveler can tell you, the Royal Pavilion is in Brighton and Brighton is by the sea.  In fact, I believe the main point of Brighton is, or, at least used to be, to take the waters.  The only waters we took on our Monday outing to Hove and Brighton were the lovely fizzy water in our lunch goblets and the water that almost relentlessly came out of the sky.

Rain as it did, however, our enthusiasm was not be dampened because we were visiting good friends and what’s a little rain between friends?

In spite of somewhat diminished visibility, H & J took us on a delightful drive through Brighton, apologizing profusely for the newest ugliness on the sea shore: The i360, an enormously tall, phallic upright that will eventually offer rides to top in a very large, donut shaped vehicle, which will, no doubt, look like testes when in the lowest position.  Shoot, maybe I could do “gynaecological reworking” after all.  But enough of this filthy talk . . . Before you know it I will be blathering on about the speed humps we saw on our way home (right in the middle of the road and in broad daylight,too)!!

After leaving the red light district (of this blog entry), we went on to Rottingdean, extraordinarily charming, and then around and about, fording flooded roads with carefree abandon, and up to Devil’s Dyke, where we could almost make out the lovely valley below. I know it’s lovely because I’ve been before on a much less moist* day.

Back to Hove for a lunch of one of the best soups I have ever eaten (parsnip, apple, potato and roasted chestnuts) in addition to some exquisitely cut, home made bread, local cheeses, and salad.

After lunch, rain still bucketing down, we hopped a cab to the Royal Pavilion for a walk through one person’s vision of a seaside pleasure palace.  And since the one person was the soon to be King George IV, the place cannot be described as a humble seaside cottage, even by Vanderbilt standards.  It is a craziness of chinoiserie but, for me, the kitchen redeems all of the rest.  It is wonderful, full of light and dripping with copper cooking implements that are big enough to use as rowboats.

Thank you, J & H for a splendid day.

* Moist:  The queen of words according to Miranda Hart.





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