So the other weekend we bombed it down to Brighton in Hugh's motor and has a total result of a Saturday night/Sunday. I didn't take any photos on the night out, being too concerned with consuming all the beer in Brighton but I shot a roll of B&W for the hangover. After a hearty fried breakfast and several cups of tea at Kensingtons we meandered down to the sea front. The water was eerily still yet strangely inviting, so logically Jethro, Hugh and I threw on our bathers and dived in. Cold doesn't really describe the burning sensation that envelopes you 2 seconds after submerging. Certainly killed the hangover though. Nice one Brighton.
