Usually dubbed ‘London by the ocean’, Brighton is England’s much-loved hedonistic seaside metropolis. Nestled on a South Coast shingle seashore, 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 stuffed with so many gorgeously distinctive boutique resorts and there was one particularly that had the form 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, wanting 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 prepare or a bit of extra by automobile (site visitors and prepare delays allowing). We discovered Snooze Guesthouse positioned in Kemptown, one of many metropolis’s “villages” which had a unusual however nonetheless very elegant vibe.
Traditionally referred to as the artists’ district, it was a charmingly energetic but laid-back space, boasting an eclectic mixture of envy-inducing bow-fronted Georgian townhouses, fashionable inside design retailers, artisan meals shops, vibrant homosexual bars, and chic Regency crescents.
Snooze Resort
Snooze was simply as eclectic as the realm itself! Housed in a kind 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 shiny pop artwork, retro furnishings, and there was even a graffiti-style mural on the ceiling. I used to be in love – the resort was severely 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 shiny pop artwork.
From the lovable Love Coronary heart sweets and Brighton rock unnoticed on the bedside desk to the monochrome mosaic toilet, 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 approach flip – previous lockers transformed in wardrobes and retro commercials and artwork embellished the intense funky partitions.
All of the rooms have been individually embellished and we have been instructed by the proprietor that they have been continuously 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 Nineteen Eighties, genius!
The subsequent morning, I had a tasty veggie breakfast and contemporary tea served in purposely mismatched crockery (retro, after all!) 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 by way of the slim 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 predominant pier was a real assault on all of the senses. I liked 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 hanging and hauntingly stunning construction. I liked how Brighton at all times appeared to assuage my soul…
