Daniel Irvine

Yesterday, me and the gang headed to Brighton beach for a barbecue. We’d actually planned to go to Oxford but, as is often the case with us, one thing lead to another and we headed south instead.

Completely unexpected and brilliant fun–we arrived at 5pm, the sun still strong, just a light breeze and a quiet sea. The beach wasn’t packed but it was busy, with lots of groups barbecuing, just like us. Some had tiny disposable set-ups (us), others seemed to have mini bomfires on the go.

I can’t help but imagine doing this every weekend evening: it’s an appealing way of life. For now I’m stuck in London, City of Stress, but I can certainly see myself making a move to Brighton in the not so distant future.