Our family had two weddings this year and like most weddings these days the bride and groom go away for weekends, usually with friends and/or family instead of just going out for the night. There were lots of talks about where we might go and one day it was decided we were going to Brighton. I was very pleased as Brighton is a place I've always wanted to go but had no reason to.
We travelled down to London Gatwick with easyjet at the end of June. Once we landed it was a short distance on the Gatwick express to the train station that would take us through to Brighton. It’s a really easy place to get to and as we travelled with cabin bags, there was no waiting about in the airport at baggage carousels. Arriving around lunchtime, we headed straight to the beach and into a café overlooking the sea. The sun was shining, the sea breeze on your face, the location, the atmosphere; friends travelled from afar to celebrate. I decided quite quickly that I would like to take Daisy one day.
We ordered food, drinks and relaxed while chatting to one another. It was so warm you could easily have worn a bikini and jumped into the water. Some of the ladies were optimistic in that they packed shorts, the rest of us cursed that we should have. I guess you get used to the Scottish climate where summer is literally days in the year rather than weeks. With Team Gauld being a super organised bunch, our food shopping was being delivered to our rented house while we were sat there at the beach.
Back at the house we cracked open the Prosecco and toasted the bride to be on her upcoming nuptials. The house was then decorated with pictures of our Hen. It's amazing the comedy gold your life long friends hold in the form of photographic evidence.
The next morning breakfast was cooked, we got on our glad rags and did our own thing before heading to the pier around lunchtime. The plan was to have a fun and stress free weekend without the stereotypical hen activities in sight, well not in public anyway. Eating marshmallows will never be the same again.
The Brighton Pier is a great place. The rides are pretty scary, being right on the edge of the pier. I went on the helter skelter and almost wished I never. The pier had a Harry Ramsdens, ice-cream parlours, take away style counters selling noodles. I honestly could have stayed the entire week! I know there's much more to see and do in Brighton and I was sad to leave.
On the Saturday night the girls organised a fabulous meal. As you could imagine we could hardly contain our excitement when we found out that the brides boss had located us in Brighton and pre-ordered some bubbly for everyone! How amazing is that! What a cool boss. The celebrations continued into the early hours and as you can imagine it was carnage in the morning. Luckily myself and the brides sister, the non-drinkers, made breakfast.
This was such a memorable weekend and I’d like to say a big thanks to all involved in the planning.