Day 9 - Hello Brighton / Some Things Don't Work Out As Expected...

It's been a while since blogging, things can get a bit hectic when travelling. That whole unpacking and packing is just plain nasty... Especially when you have to do it more than needed.

Anyhoo.. We arrived in Brighton safely. Great to get out of the London rat-race for some fresh sea air and some down time. 

The apartment we had booked was lovely, seemed recently renovated. All was good there, well so we thought.

Brighton was explored from end to end, yep doesn't take that long. Just what we needed.

As we had both been having a battle with keeping the snotmoster at bay, with the expected hot and cold flushes [insert men-opause jibe here] and daily visit to Boots, we were ready for an early night after devouring an English roast, Yorkshire pudding included!!

A life guard was required to ensure we too didn't drown in the gravy but it was the best 6 quid we had spent.

Finally got to sleep at about 4am, thanks to the nightclub in the adjacent building and boozed up slags mouthing off until the early hours. We were moved to the next building at about midnight which made a small difference in noise.  Since I was awake for so long a very polite yet firm email was sent to reservations requesting a refund and advising that we no longer wished to stay there. Long story short, still no reply from the apartment management. It really was a bit much. Off to the Mecure we trotted the next day and our Brighton adventure continued albeit a bit knackered.