'Craaaazy question but you're not free last weekend of Jan are you?'
Actually yes, yes I am.
You see every so often Steve has to go away for a few days, a week or possibly longer for work. This time it was a week in Cairo, which left me with a weekend at the end of January with not much going on. Until Shay messaged me with a simple yet brilliant idea. A girls weekender away. We tossed around the ideas of Somerset (yes the whole of it), Bath, Birmingham, Cambridge, Bristol, Oxford, Liverpool and the Cotswold's, but we kept returning to Brighton. I've been a few times and love it; Shay has only ever been once on a hen do so she was keen to go. It's only a couple of hours from us on the train and everything about it was just brilliantly convenient.











We were in desperate need of refreshment and so stopped off for a coffee break (I think we were both started to feel our stealth hangovers at this stage) at a hidden away little place we stumbled across called the Kensington Balcony Cafe in the heart of the North Laine.



