Yesterday’s trip to Brighton was rather more sober than our previous one, but no less fun. A week or so ago, Lyn mooted the idea of popping down there for the day. At first I was hesitant – channeling my father, I thought such trips need to be thoroughly planned, but Lyn just wanted to go and see what happened – but I soon warmed to the idea. A good day out was precisely what we both needed.

And it was indeed a good day out. Although there was a bit of a problem with the lift being broken at London Bridge, meaning we had to get there via another station, we got there in the early afternoon. This left us plenty of time to explore. We headed down to the seafront, which looked lovely: you could see out to sea for miles. We didn’t go on the beach but walked beside it. Lyn had brought the GoPro and attached it to her Ipad stand, wanting to take as many pictures as possible. We headed up the pier and back again. I couldn’t help but notice that they still haven’t done anything with the burned-out west pier; to see it’s timbers slowly rotting into the sea was rather sad.

We spent a good few hours walking, looking and taking pictures. The place was full of people, and there was lots of music. It was getting late – sixish – so we decided to get dinner on the pier. And what could be more traditional than fish and chips? Unfortunately, this turned out to be a disappointment: the fish was overdone, the chips mouldy. Both Lyn and I left half of ours. The saving grace of that dinner was the view: from the pier as the sun set, the city and seafront looked stunning.

It was then time to head home. By then, my wheelchair battery was getting low (I really need to get that sorted) so I got a taxi back up the hill to the station while Lyn and paul walked. A short while later, we were back on the train, relishing memories of what had turned out to be a great afternoon. Both Lyn and Paul had taken some great photos.

Back in london, I got another taxi home while Lyn and Paul got the tube and bus. My battery issues aside, it had been a great day. We might not have slept on the beach this time, but it was great fun. Lyn had taken the photos we went for. It just leaves me wondering, where could we go next.