Usually dubbed ‘London by the ocean’, Brighton is England’s much-loved hedonistic seaside metropolis. Nestled on a South Coast shingle seaside, backed by amusement arcades and Regency-era buildings, Brighton has at all times danced to its personal beat – and that’s one thing I’ve at all times admired!
I additionally love the way it’s crammed with so many gorgeously distinctive boutique resorts and there was one specifically that had the type of fame that basically intrigued me.
I had at all times needed to take a look at the eclectically designed and retro-inspired Snooze Visitor Home, which had been voted England’s funkiest mattress and breakfast, so our videographer and author Gary Nunn and I took the brief journey from London, desirous to suck in lungfuls of that salty sea breeze…
A video of my Brighton and Snooze Stick with Drone Footage!
Brighton was a simple day journey from London, solely taking an hour by practice or a little bit extra by automotive (site visitors and practice delays allowing). We discovered Snooze Guesthouse situated in Kemptown, one of many metropolis’s “villages” which had a unusual however nonetheless very elegant vibe.
Traditionally often known as the artists’ district, it was a charmingly full of life but laid-back space, boasting an eclectic mixture of envy-inducing bow-fronted Georgian townhouses, fashionable inside design outlets, artisan meals shops, vibrant homosexual bars, and chic Regency crescents.
Snooze Lodge
Snooze was simply as eclectic as the realm itself! Housed in a type of much-envied Georgian townhouses, its elegant, pure-white exterior gave no trace of the colourful visible feast ready simply inside.
The reception/breakfast room was explosion of vibrant kitsch—classic film and music memorabilia was crisscrossed with brilliant pop artwork, retro furnishings, and there was even a graffiti-style mural on the ceiling. I used to be in love – the lodge was significantly eye-catching!
My suite was a spacious loft room with a raised mattress adorned in leopard pores and skin print and surrounded by brown beige partitions accented with brilliant pop artwork.
From the lovable Love Coronary heart sweets and Brighton rock omitted on the bedside desk to the monochrome mosaic lavatory, every element was completely thought out, all with an unmistakable sixties/seventies vibe. Sleeping in a single day there to me, felt like being on the set of Boogie Nights or Velvet Goldmine!
The opposite rooms have been equally as distinctive and splashes of color awaited me at each which method flip – outdated lockers transformed in wardrobes and retro commercials and artwork embellished the brilliant funky partitions.
All of the rooms have been individually adorned and we have been advised by the proprietor that they have been regularly redesigned to supply guests a brand new and contemporary expertise every time they keep. They took inspiration from cult movies and classic widespread tradition—Boogie Nights, Mad Males, Goodfellas, Quadrophenia, the listing went on and on!
I even noticed a room that jogged my memory of Coronation Road’s Vera Duckworth’s entrance room circa the Eighties, genius!
The subsequent morning, I had a tasty veggie breakfast and contemporary tea served in purposely mismatched crockery (retro, in fact!) after which ventured out to discover the remainder of town.
I’d visited Brighton many instances now, and it’s a spot I do know I’ll by no means tire of. Their apparent love of the outlandish, the carnivalesque pier, the warren of alleys and stone-paved streets flanked by unbiased boutiques and funky eateries, and the bracing salty air supply a welcoming really feel of familiarity for me.
After a gradual meander via the slender bohemian backstreets of the North and South Laines, a vegan ice cream from Boho Gelato and a quiet second in one of many metropolis’s classic tea rooms, we headed to the pier with Gary’s trusty drone in hand…
Brighton’s kitschy foremost pier was a real assault on all of the senses. I cherished how the air was thick with the candy scent of burnt sugar from sweet floss machines, the shrill cries of seagulls overhead, and the sight of the candy-striped helter-skelter and rickety curler coasters teetering atop the sturdy iron girders of the Victorian pier.
Our night ended with a stroll alongside the pebbled shore edged by impressively turquoise waves, finally arriving on the derelict burnt-out West pier simply because the sundown.
I watched the nightly nightfall ritual of the mild babble of starlings earlier than they nestled in to roost on the stays of the placing and hauntingly lovely construction. I cherished how Brighton at all times appeared to assuage my soul…
