Asos dress, Topshop jacket, H&M bracelets and feather earrings.
Rarely do the boy and I spend time sans company during visits to his hometown, so we took advantage of the unexpected occasion and stepped out to explore the bohemian seaside town. Avoiding every usual haunt was a must, so we commenced with a taste of the “finer” side of Brighton, and sipped expensive wine at the classic bar in Hotel Du Vin. I was romanced by the high ceilings and impeccable service, while the boy enjoyed lounging on generous couches and the slightly hilarious people watching. After our moods grew restless we wandered towards venues that carried an agreeable beat, and settled upon the infamous Fishbowl for tequila and music. A welcoming vibe of hippie meets pop won us over immediately, and the large rustic tables and delicate fairy lights added to an already relaxed ambiance. We remained until the music lulled and ended with the predictable tradition of a hazy stroll along the seafront, munching on salty chips, freezing wind whipping through our hair, eagerly anticipating an available taxi for a safe delivery home.
