Sussex Square, where my friend has his apartment, looks more like Belgravia.
I arrived on the Saturday night. The train journey from London Victoria took less than an hour and was very pleasant.
My host was away at a wedding in London but I was exhausted from my Bali flights and just had an early night anyway.
On the Sunday my host made me a delicious cooked breakfast, as we caught up over what our Bank of England colleagues were all doing now.
I then went for a walk, while he prepared things for a Sunday lunch party. I had intended to get to the Royal Pavilion but only made it to the Grand Hotel, where I thought about the dreadful events in 1984.
I ended up having to take a taxi back, to prevent myself being late. 6 of us had a memorable Sunday lunch of roast lamb. The cauliflower was just as good as my mother's, the prawn cocktails to start with richly delicious and our host could not have done a better job.
I spent the afternoon drinking whisky having a laugh but finished it telling one of my host's friends, who claimed to hate all Muslims, how wrong he was.
That evening I exploring some of The Lanes in Brighton, being thrilled to end up by the Royal Pavilion. A very special day.
Today I make the journey to Shropshire, for Christmas in Shrewsbury.
🐻🐻🐻🐻🐻(5 out of 5 ‘teddies’) - Brighton is a fascinating, and elegant, seaside resort within easy reach of London. My host there was incredible, despite having the start of a bad cough. My tip: leave lots of time to explore Brighton. I wished I had seen more and am told the interior of the Royal Pavilion is incredible.