Birthday in Brighton

 It is the Silver Vixen's birthday.

We had planned a day in Brighton where, among other things, there was a craft fair at The Dome featuring (among others) one of the SV's friends. That was a good start to the day and we spent a little money on some nice articles that will be put aside for Christmas.

After the craft fair we headed out into the Laines.

 Brighton's Laines are always worth a trip. They are full of the most eclectic mix of shops, restaurants, and visitors.

We started at the North Laines and covered most of the ground without, on this occasion, getting sucked into any of the stores.

Heading back across North Street we stopped to take a picture of the block where Cousteau-Cub used to live. Evidently, they are doing some work on the roof... but those dormer windows used to be in C-C's flat.

We carried on down towards the sea and stopped at what used to be a cinema and is now an Asian buffet restaurant. We paid our money and then went about eating Chinese, Malaysian, Thai, Indian and Vietnamese cuisine. Being a buffet you could return as often as you wished. We were both very restrained and left feeling very content (neither of us had returned to the buffet more than 10 times).

We headed to the South Laines. It is strange how much they differ from the North Laines - much more of a concentration of jewellery and twee little shops.

It is funny how people define luck. As we wandered past a Thai restaurant that we had not noticed before, a passing gull decided that the Silver Vixen was a prime target. As it was her birthday, it could not resist the opportunity to deposit a gift on her head. Passers-by seemed to believe this was a sign of good luck. The Gorse Fox was less sure as he had to claw the deposit from her hair. It was no good. He did his best - but it was clear that would not suffice. We headed for Boots and purchased wet-wipes, hand-gel and a comb. Then outside the shop we had another go at the deposit - which by now had turned to the consistency of concrete. We did what we could... it was less noticeable. That's about as good as it would get.

Some final shopping in the Churchill Centre rounded off the day and we headed for the car. The journey home seemed interminable - taking nearly 2 hours, which seems ridiculous for a 25 mile trip, but that's Friday traffic for you.

Now if you will excuse - the Gorse Fox needs a beer and the Silver Vixen needs more tea.