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.
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