Brighton - what the hell were we thinking

Today feels like officially the first day of winter. We have had a run of very cold but clear days, it's been really beautiful so far this fall, making up for summer I guess. Today, not so much. About 40 degrees (for all you Fahrenheit lovers out there) and windy and wet. So we of course decided to push on with our plan to visit Brighton, which is a resort town only an hour and a half from London, with a pier (actually two) and a ton of visitors during the summer. It's also very gay friendly, hosted the World Mustache Championships, and soon to be the home of one of our good friends here and his yacht. So off we went to explore.
It was a really amazing city. Right off of the train you are in the middle of the area you want to be hanging out in. There is a run of small streets with quirky shops, chain shops, cafe's, and of course pubs. It had the feel a bit of a college town based on the mix of shopping. We started to work our way slowly down to the water (got to see the water, right?) stopping in some shops, doing some browsing. Then it started to rain, and then pour. And get windy. And then windier. So we ran to a pub, had lunch and a bit of liquid fortification to help get us down to the water. From there, I'll just say we made it to the water, and back to the train and all we lost was an umbrella. And I'll let the pictures do the rest of the talking (a few here, and more if you follow the link on the right). It was seriously a great day and adventure :)