BREAKFAST in Brighton!
I WAS EXCITED. A visit to Brighton in the autumn would take me back to my student days. Back then, returning to Brighton after long summers spent elsewhere always gave me a thrill of anticipation.
The low light on the iron-grey sea would dazzle, and in the early evening, thousands of starlings would take to the sky in fluid murmurations above the dark silhouettes of the piers. The cool air felt edgy and I felt really energised. But would things be the same a lifetime later?
These days, my nephew Ben feels the same as I did all those years ago about this city by the sea. He has been living there for 15 years or more, so can lay claim to it being his city now. I’ve passed on the baton – although I visit annually in the spring for the Brighton festival fringe event of the Artists’ Open Houses,
